Quotes About Weaving

Emotions unreel in her like spools of cotton.

While there was work to be done, women did it, and behind the vivid foreground activities of popes and kings, wars and discoveries, tyranny and defeat, working women wove the real fabric of the kind of history that has yet to receive its due.

Which was strange, like watching a tangle of loose threads unravel and plait themselves into a single braided cord, stretching ahead into the future.

So it isn't I who am master of my life, I am just one of the threads to be woven into life's calico! Well then, even if I cannot spin, I can at least cut the thread in two.

tribal cloth, the magic of which is that as long as it is woven, the tribe exists; as long as you know how to weave it, so do you.

Literature may be light as a cobweb, but it must be fastened down to life at the four corners.

Our life is in the loom; it rolls up and is hidden as fast as it is woven. It is to be taken out of the loom only when we leave this world; then only shall we see the pattern.

Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.

I have tried to tell the Story of Art as the story of a continuous weaving and challenging of traditions in which each work refers to the past and points to the future. For there is no aspect of this story more wonderful than this-- that a living chain of tradition still links the art of our own days with that of the Pyramid age.

Sonra k?z bir kilim dürmü? s?rtl?yor. Kilim onun eviymi?.

You will see such webs on the wet grass, maybe, As a pixie-mother weaves for her baby, You will find such flame at the wave's weedy ebb As flashes in the meshes of a mer-mother's web, But there comes to birth no common spawn From the love of a priest for a leprechaun, And you never have seen and you never will see Such things as the things that swaddled me!

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

For I, too, am a mythmaker, a weaver of nightmares and dreams

Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drank the milk of Paradise.

Tissez un triple cercle autour de lui, et fermez les yeux de terreur sacrée : Car il s'est nourri de miellée, et a bu le lait du Paradis.

Spirit: In floods of being, in action's storm, Up and down I wave, To and fro I flee, Birth and the grave, An infinite sea, A changeful weaving, An ardent living; The ringing loom of Time is my care, And I weave God's living garment there

Men are under as strong a compulsion to invent an ethical setting for their behavior as spiders are to weave themselves webs.

Life is a thread that someone entangled.

Love was like smell, Rule thought. Smell was the most complex and dimensional of the senses, weaving together past and present, near and distant, motion and stillness. Love, too, was a weaver.

I am a teller of stories...a weaver of dreams. I can dance, sing, and in the right weather stand on my head. I know seven words of Latin. I have a little magic and a trick or two. I know the proper way to meet a dragon, can fight dirty but not fair, and once swallowed thirty oysters in a minute. I am not domestic. I am a luxury, and in that sense, necessary.

Sa come è la vita, è come una tessitura, tutti i fili si intrecciano, è questo che un giorno vorrei capire, vedere tutto il disegno.

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

Never forget that the universe is a single living organism possessed of one substance and one soul, holding all things suspended in a single consciousness and creating all things with a single purpose that they might work together spinning and weaving and knotting whatever comes to pass.