Quotes About Unraveling

I'm the sort of person who likes to undo everything.

Different types of knitwear stretch in different ways, and if it's hand-knitted then it can come undone.

I like to think of what happens to characters in good novels and stories as knots--things keep knotting up. And by the end of the story--readers see an unknotting of sorts. Not what you expect, not the easy answers you get on TV, not wash and wear philosophies, but a reproduction of believable, emotional experiences.

But Tony was a storyteller, and he knew that if you looked at any narrative closely enough you could trace the unraveling back and back and back—right to the very beginning, if the story was good enough.

I'm good at figuring out how things work, but I don't know how this happened.

The 1980 George W. S. Trow essay "Within the Context of No Context" argued that "the work of television is to establish false contexts and to chronicle the unraveling of existing contexts.

Everything is still falling apart.

No mat­ter how much I try and hide this, bit by bit, I start to fall apart.

Flecked and blotched with the stains of decomposition, the linen would trace a rambling journey in which everything you love falls apart.

Everything has gone wayward. Sliding sideways into entropy.

Control lost.

He turned away, still crumpling and uncrumpling a handful of leaves which he had torn from the wall. An exquisite sense of pleasure and relief possessed him; it was all so solid and peaceful after the ball at the hotel, whether he was in love with them or not, and he was not in love with them; no, but it was good that they should be alive.

The tiny madman in his padded cell

Fear any and all of these things," Ra-Tenniel said. "The tearing of our threads from the Loom, the unsaying of our histories, the unraveling of the Weaver's design.

The thing is, the "scientists" back at the School had been playing with risky stuff, combining human and nonhuman DNA. Basically, the spliced genes started to unravel after a while, and the organisms tended to, well, self-destruct. The flock and I had seen it happen a million times: The rabbit-dog combo had been such bad news. Same with the sheep-macaque monkey splice. The mouse-cat experiment had produced a huge, hostile mouse with great balance and an inability to digest either

House, we'd been told. If I needed any further indication of what

that social media could do something to make the humans bring down themselves." "What's that?" "Weaponize stupidity." "Jesus, where does it all lead?" asked Coleman. "The Big Unraveling." Serge chugged coffee. "It starts with attacks on our most sacred institutions

Jesus, where does it all lead?" asked Coleman. "The Big Unraveling." Serge chugged coffee. "It starts with attacks on our most sacred institutions, like the judiciary and Jeopardy! All these people who would score a negative ten thousand on that game show storm the stage screaming 'Fake answers!' and the screen goes black and Alex Trebek is never heard from again." "Shit's on boil," said Coleman.

History's got no bows on it, only frayed ends of ribbons and knots that can't be untied.

Whoever would seek out his history through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the shore of a void without terminus or origin and whatever science he might bring to bear upon the dusty primal matter blowing down out of the millennia will discover no trace of any ultimate atavistic egg by which to reckon his commencing.

It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear.

Old. I'm almost forty, probably as close now to Mrs. Masicotte's age as I am to the age of my parents as they sat on that lawn, laughing and blowing dandelion puffs at me, smoking their shared Pall Mall cigarettes and thinking Mrs. Masicotte was the answer to their future—that that black-and-white Emerson television set was a gift free and clear of the strings that would begin our family's unraveling.

Unraveling life lessons from just the past few years would take many more years. Lessons unlearned would pass with me, when I went through that door, to be completed in some future lifetime.

If you ask one question, it will lead you to another, and another. It's like peeling an onion.