Coincidences link us to the unknown and weave us into it.
What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.
In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
I'm more comfortable weaving Indian flavors into American classics.
Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
I don't want a wig that looks like a wig; I want one that could pass for a weave.
I felt like when I took my weave out, I wasn't pretty, I wasn't noticeable.
Hence, in desiring, the more the enjoyment is delayed, the more fancy begins to weave about the object images of future fruition, and to clothe the desired object with properties calculated to inflame the impulse.
Novel writing is World Building & Word Weaving (Neil Postman's terms).
Blending tracks and weaving and manipulating prerecorded music to create this mood, some people do it much better than others.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
In Old Europe and Ancient Crete, women were respected for their roles in the discovery of agriculture and for inventing the arts of weaving and pottery making.
If you write a novel alone you sit and you weave a little narrative. And it's O.K., but it's of no account.
I'm going to Hell in a basket Weaved in from my sins Like wicker With little Wiccan ties As if I'm a witch Accused
Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.
A writer's goal is to weave the ordinary into fine silk and the truly extraordinary into diaphanous clarity ...
Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.
...The pages and pages of complex, impenetrable calculations might have contained the secrets of the universe, copied out of God's notebook. In my imagination, I saw the creator of the universe sitting in some distant corner of the sky, weaving a pat...
Another page turns on the calendar, April now, not March. ......... I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world...I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest. I wanted to swallow the b...
Life is but a Weaving” (the Tapestry Poem) “My life is but a weaving Between my God and me. I cannot choose the colors He weaveth steadily. Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow; And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper And I the underside. Not �...
Knowledge is a rope, and you're weaving a noose out of it. Leave some slack for the enemy.
