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[...] marriage is one thing, and love is another...You need to have a solid canvas; nobody stops you to weave the arabesques... Andre Maurois
Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath--all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each? H. Rider Haggard
Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry. Richard P. Feynman
Wally Lamb quote: "A fiction writer weaves a fabric of lies in hopes of revealing..."
A fiction writer weaves a fabric of lies in hopes of revealing deeper human truths. Wally Lamb
George R. R. Martin quote: "The faithful dog is kicked, and no matter how the spider..."
The faithful dog is kicked, and no matter how the spider weaves, he is never loved. George R. R. Martin
Edgar Allan Poe quote: "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive"
Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive Edgar Allan Poe
Walter Scott quote: "O, the tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive."
O, the tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive. Walter Scott
The Flowers. All the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock. Fairy places, fairy things, Fairy woods where the wild bee wings, Tiny trees for tiny dames--These must all be fairy names! Tiny woods below whose boughs. Shady fairies weave a house; Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme, Where the braver fairies climb! Fair are grown-up people's trees, But the fairest woods are these; Where, if I were not so tall, I should... Robert Louis Stevenson
Blood in the water I sing, and one who shed it: deadliest hunger I sing, and one who fed it- weaving the ancient-most tale of the Sea's sending: singing the tragedy, singing the joy unending This is our shame- this is the whole Ocean's glory: this is the Song of the Twelve. Hark to the story! Hearken, and bring it to pass: swift lest the sorrow long ago laid to it's rest devour us tomarrow! Diane Duane
She who reconciles the ill-matched threads Of her life, and weaves them gratefully Into a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall And clears it for a different celebration. Rainer Maria Rilke
Oh, the luxury of lying in the fern night and the grass night and the night of the susurrant, slumbrous voices weaving the night together. Ray Bradbury
Woody Allen quote: "My films are therapy for my debilitating depression. In..."
My films are therapy for my debilitating depression. In institutions people weave baskets. I make films. Woody Allen
As simple an act as reading or writing a sentence must be surrounded by perceptory nap and weave . . . an itch, a stray memory from childhood, the distant sound of a barking dog, or something left over from the lunch that is found caught between the teeth. David Brin
The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface. Suzanne Collins
Was it just that? She was to be content to weave a steady life with him, all one fabric, but perhaps brocaded with the occasional flower of an adventure. But how could she know what she would feel next year? How could one ever know? How could one say Yes? for years and years? The little yes, gone on a breath! Why should one be pinned down by that butterfly word? Of course it had to flutter away and be gone, to be followed by other yes's and no's! Like the straying of butterflies. David Herbert Lawrence

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