Quotes About Threads

What does the artist do? He draws connections. He ties the invisible threads between things. He dives into history, be it the history of mankind, the geological history of the Earth or the beginning and end of the manifest cosmos.

Najbardziej zafrapowaÅ'o jÄ… to, w jaki sposób miasto siÄ™ porusza. Z oddali wszystkie jego ruchome elementy wydawaÅ'y siÄ™ podlega? jednemu prawu, niewidocznemu dla ?adnego z osobna. Rzecznymi statkami poruszaÅ' mocny kontrapunkt, mocny jak magnetyczna siÅ'a, wyczuwaÅ'o siÄ™ go tak wyra?nie, jak widziaÅ'o siÄ™ ich sylwetki. Ich zawiÅ'e kursy byÅ'y jak niewidzialne nici.

The world's history was a mass of such disconnected threads, and none could say which were important and which were trivial.

The history of the Universe must be a mass of such disconnected threads, and no one could say which were important and which were trivial.

Life has diverse threads that's as much as the number of ppl alive at every given time.

Whether it's spending more time and money at thrift shops for threads (anti-consumerist threads, mind you), or combing the record store for the most unknown/least coherent band they can find, there's one thing that hipsters constantly want you to know: that they are better than you.

It requires but a few threads of hope, for the heart that is skilled in the secret, to weave a web of happiness.

And hope, Lauren thought, kept life moving. Hope that things would improve, that sadness would pass, that you'd live feeling you'd love and live. Hope that the few fragile threads of this new life won't be snapped before they can strengthen.

Llovía el día en que Rahel regresó a Ayemenem. Hilos de plata inclinados se incrustaban en la blanda tierra y la levantaban como si fueran balas de fusil.

Regret is a ghost of love. Regret is a nicer self that we send into the past from time to time, even though we know it's too late to change what we said, or did. We do it because it's human: a thing of our kind. We do it because we care, drawn by threads of shame that only fray and wither in the sea of regret.

Looking at it from behind, he was shocked to behold a confusing array of threads that led nowhere. Such beauty on one side, total disharmony on the other, but both part of the same plan. It was then that the message became clear to him. In this life we see only the back side of the rug. We don't know how or why our unspeakable hardships are part of a beautiful design. That is why having faith is so important.

We, all of us, look back over our lives, trying to make sense of what happened, to see what enduring threads might be there.

One look at love and you may see it weaves a web over mystery, all ravelled threads can rend apart for hope has a place in the lover's heart. Hope has a place in a lover's heart.

He shrugged. 'If we keep pulling threads, trying to see which ones make the pattern, we unravel the cloth and left with nothing but tangles. Let's have no more talk of debts.' He cocked his head and studied my ash-smeared hair and face. 'On second thought, you do owe me the tale of how you contrived my rescue. May Lugh give me the art to do it justice!

Find your purpose by excavating and tying together the common threads of your happy memories by focusing on the emotions you felt.

I don't trust happiness. I turn it over as if it were a glass at a flea market or a rug at a souk, looking for chipped rims or loose threads.

Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.

Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.

Ask yourself, Eugenides: why that orange tree? Why that tamarisk bush? She had promised you your heart's desire while a child of hers was alone in the world and unhappy. See, Eugenides," Moira said, holding out a finger from each of her hands and interlinking them. "Only two threads brought together, two threads that touched," she reassured him. "Nothing more than that. And everything else left up to you.

threads of power and domination a palimpsest of greed

The three spinners see our future. The gift of the gods to humankind is that we cannot see where the threads will go.

Alfred has trapped you, Uhtred." "No," I said, "the spinners did that." Ur r, Ver andi, and Skuld, the three women who spin our threads at the foot of Yggdrasil, had decided my fate. Destiny is all. "I shall go to my woman," I said.

The monologue of an isolated person who allows the threads of private thoughts to surface in letters and conversations, even in conversations with strangers.

Happiness is fragile precisely because it is not repeatable; opportunities for it are rare and random, like gold threads in the world's fabric. They ought to be seized.