Quotes About Cobwebs

so thick with cobwebs it seemed like skeletons had decorated for a party. Raven fought her way through the webs to the far wall and ripped the velvet cloth off the mirror. She saw her own reflection staring back—long black hair with purple highlights, dark eyebrows

An early remedy for malaria called for tossing the sufferer, Br'er Rabbit-style, into a prickly bush; in his hasty retreat, went the thinking, he might leave the fever behind. Orally-administered cobwebs were also deemed effective.

So much evil, Nightblood said, like a woman tisking as she cleaned cobwebs from her ceiling.

Granny looked up at the zombie. He was - or, technically, had been - a tall, handsome man. He still was, only now he looked like someone who had walked through a room full of cobwebs. 'What's your name, dead man?' she said.

Some ideas are not born of logic and good sense. They are made of clouds and cobwebs. They sprout from nowhere and feed on excitement, sprinkled with adventure juice and the sweet flavor of the forbidden. The psyche moves from the realms of the ordinary and takes a delicate step towards the unknown. We know we shouldn't and that is exactly why we do.

My intellect would wish for a clear-cut universe with no dim corners, but there are these cobwebs in the cosmos.

I am never without some tune running in my head—never for a moment; not that I am always aware of it; existence would be insupportable if I were. What part of my brain sings it, or rather in what part of my brain it sings itself, I cannot imagine—probably in some useless corner full of cobwebs and lumber that is fit for nothing else.

Consciousness amplifies the weak signals that, like cobwebs spun between trees, web Narratives together. Moreover, it amplifies them selectively and in that way creates feedback loops that steer the Narratives.

Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.

Solon used to say that speech was the image of actions... that laws were like cobwebs, --for that if any trifling or powerless thing fell into them, they held it fast while if it were something weightier, it broke through them and was off.

One of the Seven [wise men of Greece] was wont to say: That laws were like cobwebs, where the small flies are caught and the great break through.

on an autumn day of showery fitful sunshine, fine rain floating in the gleams like dust motes, clouds liquid with light, thick cobwebs in the hedge glittering with raindrops.

Superstitions, errors, and prejudices are cobwebs continually woven in shallow brains.

Above me, the moon spun low across the sky and a few watery clouds hung from the stars like cobwebs. In

its four walls were covered with neatly executed drawings of vast cobwebs with insect and butterfly prey in them being fed upon by spiders. It was a pictorial scene from a nightmare.

If I could have just one more wish, I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes.

A bare bulb swished from side to side. Dust floated in what little light it threw and cobwebs hung from the rafters. It smelled of spiders.

Honey, you finally have sex again and you'll scare the poor sucker for all the dust balls and cobwebs that will surely fall out.

She would find something to do in Heaven. There must be something to take up one's time -- some clouds to darn, some weary wings to rub with liniment. Maybe the collars of the robes needed turning now and then, and when you come right down to it, she couldn't believe that even in Heaven there would not be cobwebs in some corner to be knocked down with a cloth-covered broom.

Thanks to Halloween... the cobwebs in our house have just become decorations!

Then I can turn my attention to cleaning. It's a fine cabin but . . . but . . ." She looked a bit lost as she studied all the clutter stacked through the cabin. "I need to knock a f-few cobwebs down." Rylan saw about a hundred cobwebs without turning his head. "And the floor needs to be swept and scrubbed." She had to find the floor first.

The tiny cramped cellar always smelled dry and musty, the air heavy with the odors of parched curling paper, mingled with the richer aroma of old leather bindings and dusty cobwebs. He loved the smell; he always thought it was warm and comforting, like the scents of cinnamon and spices that he associated with Christmas.

Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart.

Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart. Seven days without laughter makes one weak.