Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.

Self-love is more cunning than the most cunning man in the world.

— Francois de La Rochefoucauld

“More are taken in by love than by cunning.”

— Vauvenargues

“Help us, O Lord, to remember how often men do wrong through want of thought, rather than from lack of love; and how cunning…

— Diana Gabaldon

“Sitting on the floor with her arm round Mrs. Ramsay's knees, close as she could get, smiling to think that Mrs. Ramsay would never…

— Virginia Woolf

“...she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like the treasures…

— Virginia Woolf

“Fables should be taught as fables, myths as myths, and miracles as poetic fancies. To teach superstitions as truths is a most terrible thing.…

— Hypathia of Alexandria

“Some women have kissed—and some are kissing—a lot of frogs, even though the very first man that they have each kissed was and is…

— Mokokoma Mokhonoana

I think of myself as a songwriter, a weaver of story and imagination in a way that a novelist might write a book.

— PJ Harvey

Darkroom: A Memoir in Black and White is remarkable for its truth-telling about two important issues concerning Alabama's past and present: the civil rights…

— Sena Jeter Naslund

The signs of the zodiac are karmic patterns; the planets are the looms; the will is the weaver.

— Edgar Cayce

I call myself a labourer because I take pride in calling myself a spinner, weaver, farmer and scavenger.

— Mahatma Gandhi

God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures.…

— Max Lucado

All of Japan once a year will get up on their rooftops, because that's the night that the shepherd boy from one side of…

— Robert Bly

Helen Weaver’s book was a revelation to me! Although I was a young woman in the fifties, I was there, but I wasn’t there!…

— Carolyn Cassady

Our life is what we make it. An insignificant game or a noble trial; a dream or a reality; a play of the senses…

— Edwin Hubbel Chapin