That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
“Nothing makes sense anymore." I start sweating. "Everything spun out of control.” — Jason Myers Copy Share Image
“It spun faster and faster then everything was still. Absolutely still.” — Mary Pope Osborne Copy Share Image
I have a movie coming out called Spun, which will be at the Toronto Film Fest. — Eric Roberts Copy Share Image
The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
In '75, the year both A Chorus Line and Chicago hit Broadway, my head spun around and I became the ultimate theater… — Michael Musto Copy Share Image
I'm behind you." I spun to see Derek. "I can't win," he said. "You're as skittish as a kitten. — Kelley Armstrong Copy Share Image
(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
According to science, the universe began as a swirl of gas that, as it cooled, spun off the Ten Commandments. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
How the fuck I feel? Kinda like 100 mills. Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still. — Mac Miller Copy Share Image
When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word.… — Mary E. DeMuth Copy Share Image
“My mind spun like the flywheel on an antique John Deere, merry-go-round during second-grade recess, hard spun roulette wheel.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
OH NO YOU DON’T, LADDIE!” Harry spun around. Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it… — J. K. Rowling Copy Share Image
Do you guys remember that time when we were all definitely going to die and then Ben grabbed the steering wheel and… — John Green Copy Share Image
He snorted and hit me in the solar plexus. I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands and… — Raymond Chandler Copy Share Image
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“Claire dropped Willie on the cobbles and caught the girl by the back of her combies as she spun to escape. It… — Shelley Adina Copy Share Image
My skin prickled and I looked back at the ocean. None of us ask for the things we inherit; they are thrust… — Aimee Friedman Copy Share Image
People aren’t interested in the truth, Dafar. They’re interested in what keeps them safe. They’re interested in being looked after. They’re interested… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
I was born full grown in the middle of a hurricane and an earthquake on 10 September 1954, 12.52 P.M. When I… — Jon Scieszka Copy Share Image
Oh, and Cammie," At the sounds of his voice, I spun around, expecting to hear him crack a joke or call me… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
Dancing. Come on. You can do it. It's a lot like navigating through a laser grid. It requires rhythm.' He moved her… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
A good simulation, be it a religious myth or scientific theory, gives us a sense of mastery over experience. To represent something… — Heinz Pagels Copy Share Image
It's too late. It was too late by the time I arrived in London to turn your notebook into a dove; there… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
A friend of mine who writes history books said to me that he thought that the two creatures most to be pitied… — Katherine Paterson Copy Share Image
But deepest of all illusory Appearances, for hiding Wonder, as for many other ends, are your two grand fundamental world-enveloping Appearances, SPACE… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
CHOW^TM contained spun, plaited, and woven protein molecules, capped and coded, carefully designed to be ignored by even the most ravenous digestive… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
And this must be Avery?" "Oh, God, no," Cam said. "This is Candy, Mom." His mother's eyes widened and a bit of… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. The tiny elf dancer became a wooden… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
If the poet spun for half an hour daily, his poetry would gain in richness. — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
“Jensen spun, coming face to face with a life size version of Tinkerbell.” — Kimberly Spencer Copy Share Image
Man is an animal suspended in webs of significance he himself has spun. — Clifford Geertz Copy Share Image
It is sweet to feel by what fine spun threads our affections are drawn together. — Laurence Sterne Copy Share Image
