Quotes About Spinning

You're unwinding yourself like a spool. What happens when there's no more thread?" "Then I spin more

Above her, he can see the trees and the bright, full moon, a shining coin of silver spinning through the sky. The first blush of sunrise on the horizon is still a ways off...

Je moet die kat aaien, joh,' zegt Sam. 'Ze heeft je een presentje gebracht. Ze wil je laten weten hoe geweldig ze is.' 'Je bent een piepkleine moordmachine,' kirt Daneca. 'Wat doet ze?' vraag ik. 'Ze spint!' zegt Daneca. Ze klinkt verrukt. 'Lief poesje. Wie is er hier een ongelooflijke moordmachine? Ja hoor! Dat ben jij! Je bent een vreselijk wrede minileeuw! Ja, echt.

Time went by so fast these days. There was some sort of malfunctioning going on with how fast Earth was spinning. Decades went by as quick as years once did.

Time went by so fast these days. There was some sort of malfunction going on with how fast the earth was spinning. Decades went by as quick as years once did.

The time there was only the one warm-up room for everyone, a room so astonishingly hot and airless and noisy, so crowded with extraordinarily talented-seeming musicians, that everything had begun to spin like a merry-go-round, and a French cellist had reached out a languid hand to save Clementine's cello as it slipped from her grasp. (She was a champion fainter.) The

But, in the story that this spinning Rolodex of endless and infinite universes gave to me, this is where I am and I should be glad and grateful. And in a way I am.

Man ordering at Butera's deli/prepared-foods counter: "Hey, give me one of them chickens what spins around.

Rebus drank his coffee and felt his head spin. He was feeling like the detective in a cheap thriller, and wished that he could turn to the last page and stop all his confusion, all the death and the madness and the spinning in his ears.

I have vertigo. Vertigo makes it feel like the floor is pitching up and down. Things seem to be spinning. It's like standing on the deck of a ship in really high seas.

Truth be told, my head was spinning so much that the car could have been doing interpretive dance in a lilac tutu and I might not have noticed.

The world is getting weirder. Darker every single day. Things are spinning around faster and faster, and threatening to go completely awry. Falcons and falconers. The center cannot hold.

As Geilie had spun, white arms stretched aloft, I saw what she had seen when my own clothes were stripped away. A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.

filature—a facility for raising silkworms

The Daughter was weary at her spinning, and reflected aloud, "What if we really could spin coarse straw into fine, pure strands of gold?" "If you could accomplish that miracle," her mother admonished, "the responsibility it would entail would tax and exhaust you — mind and body — far beyond the demands of the quotidian tasks you have been given. How blessed it is to live a human, limited life.

I try to point my finger,/ but the wind keeps// spinning me around

Around around the sun we go: The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death: We die of vertigo.

A plea for the spinning wheel is a plea for recognizing the dignity of labour.

I do regard spinning and weaving as a necessary part of any national system of education.

After a lot of laps, you start to get dizzy.

I am running in a circle and my feet are getting sore, and my head is spinning spinning as it's never spun before, I am dizzy dizzy dizzy. Oh! I cannot bear much more, I am trapped in a revolving ...volving ...volving ...volving door!

Hermes was watching me, his head cocked like a curious bird. He was waiting for my reaction. Would I be skimmed milk for crying, or a harpy with a heart of stone? There was nothing between. Anything else did not fit cleanly in the laughing tale he wanted to spin of it.

The world is still spinning and so are we and so are you. When the spinning stops, that'll be the time to worry. Not before.

Unbeknownst to most of its dormant and otherwise distracted inhabitants, one beautiful tiny blue sphere, spinning through the dark cloak of galactic space, was clearly under siege.