Comfort brings strings that don’t like to untie themselves…

Take something from yourself, to give to another, that is humane and gentle and never takes away as much comfort as it brings again.

— Thomas More

A thrumming of piano-strings beyond the gardens and through the elms. At length the melody steals into my being. I know not when it…

— Henry David Thoreau

So if there was a way that I knew something about my character's desires or the things that they were resisting because I was…

— Molly Antopol

[Buckminster] Fuller was an independent operator coming up with these madcap ways of combining things with absolutely no strings attached and the fact that…

— Jonathon Keats

On the other hand [making a string of one-off episodes], there's a real freedom, because you're kind of reinventing the show every week.

— Charlie Brooker

Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.

— Dante Alighieri

Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.

— William McFee

Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice.

— Barbara Kingsolver

In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as…

— Patience Strong

Friends are like fiddle strings; they must not be screwed too tight.

— Henry George Bohn

I mean, sitcoms shouldn't be doing 'Saturday Night Live.' You can't just do bit after bit after bit. You have to string it together…

— Joyce DeWitt

The first track is the end of a string. At the far end, a being is moving; a mystery, dropping a hint about itself…

— Tom Brown, Jr

God holds each of us by a string. When we sin, we cut the string. But God ties it up again, making a knot.…

— Meister Eckhart

Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are…

— Anais Nin