But then the girl moved, and smiled, and pulled her hand…

Pushing yourself to extremes blows out the cobwebs of trusted habit. It shakes up what you know to be reliably safe and substitutes the…

— Robert Genn

I did four or five years in telly, and by the end of it was drained. I was a bit sick of myself. I…

— Matthew Macfadyen

Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!

— Emily Dickinson

When I stand in a library where is all the recorded wit of the world, but none of the recording, a mere accumulated, and…

— Henry David Thoreau

The wisest man preaches no doctrines; he has no scheme; he sees no rafter, not even a cobweb, against the heavens. It is clear…

— Henry David Thoreau

To talk over a quarrel, with its inevitable accompaniment of self-justification, is too much like handling cobwebs to be very successful.

— Margaret Deland

Maybe some day they'll find me behind the computer, just bones and cobwebs.

— Clive Cussler

The true doctrine of omnipresence is, that God reappears with all his parts in every moss and cobweb.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Science was tearing through the 'fine-spun ecclesiastical cobwebs' to behold a new cosmos, in which our Earth is merely an 'eccentric speck' - a…

— Adrian Desmond

Sometimes the biggest gain in productive energy will come from cleaning the cobwebs, dealing with old business, and clearing the desks—cutting loose debris that's…

— David Allen

The human mind is a powerful thing in many ways, but in others it's endlessly fragile—it takes only a single moment of pure terror…

— Alexander Gordon Smith

Let the clean air blow the cobwebs from your body. Air is medicine.

— Lillian Russell

Habits begin as offhanded remarks, ideas and images. And then, layer upon layer, through practice, they grow from cobwebs into cables that shackle or…

— Denis Waitley

This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for.

— Colum McCann

Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes, traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies. Ducks and pigs and chickens call, animal…

— Graham Nash