Poetry is the thread that leads us out of the labyrinth of despair and into the light. — Gregory Orr Copy Share Image
Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It's a very common belief [among Mormons] that the Constitution will hang by a thread and the Church will save it. — Jan Shipps Copy Share Image
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
“…the thread of knowledge, once you pull at it, continues unraveling on its own.” — Laurent Binet Copy Share Image
I thought a thread of notable quotes relating to coffee may be interesting. — Clark Gable Copy Share Image
The thing I absolutely love about food is it's a common thread that connects us no matter what culture we come from. — Poh Ling Yeow Copy Share Image
“there was a reason for everything that happened and that all of those reasons were like threads that, over time, wove together… — Erin Nicholas Copy Share Image
Out of the rhythm and sound of the sea that beat through the orchestra, something moved--pressing toward death with quiet insistent joy--the… — Jeanette Lee Copy Share Image
Like delicate lace, So the threads intertwine, Oh, gossamer web Of wond'rous design! Such beauty and grace Wild nature produces... Ughh, look… — Bill Watterson Copy Share Image
You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I fight pain, anxiety, and fear every day, and the only method I have found that relieves my illness is to keep… — Yayoi Kusama Copy Share Image
I don't like sewing machines. I don't understand how a needle with a thread going through the tip of it can interlock… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
We can only connect the dots we collect, which makes everything you write about you... your connections are the thread that you… — Amanda Palmer Copy Share Image
To me music is the sound of nature in process, either the full cacophony, one thread of it, or a deliberate composition.… — Warren Jeffs Copy Share Image
this is what happens to the plans of humans, it is when they make them in the midst of their pleasures that… — Marquis de Sade Copy Share Image
Art is personal, originating from dreams, ideas, neuroses; art is shared, harkening back to the humans around the fire; art imbues pleasure… — Zelda Fichandler Copy Share Image
The passenger pigeon, the golden toad, the Caspian tiger: they are all gone, and other species hang by a thread. Our actions… — Owen Jones Copy Share Image
I could hear her babbling away beside me, but I wasn't really paying attention. I could barely focus on anything. My nerve… — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
I have come to believe that we do not walk alone in this life. There are others, fellow sojourners, whose journeys are… — Richard Paul Evans Copy Share Image
“The Weaveress squinted at the loom. While any other person would merely see a thickset of colour-flashing Threads, Ærinna saw cosmic events,… — Louise Blackwick Copy Share Image
My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love what the people abhor and to show good will toward the one… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Pain reconciles one to existence. Infinite resignation is that shirt in the old fable. The thread is spun with tears, bleached by… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
We're not giving what we're called to give, unless that giving affects how we live - affects what we put on our… — Ann Voskamp Copy Share Image
And why does it make you sad to see how everything hangs by such thin and whimsical threads? Because you’re a dreamer,… — Eldridge Cleaver Copy Share Image
“To all the secret writers, late-night painters, would-be singers, lapsed and scared artists of every stripe, dig out your paintbrush, or your… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share Image
And so it is that I carry with me from this State to that high and lonely office to which I now… — John F. Kennedy Copy Share Image
My own feminist revolution evolved slowly, and traveled the world with me. To this day I have no idea what dissident professor… — Mona Eltahawy Copy Share Image
Then, when the Fed's fire hoses started spraying an elephant soup of liquidity injections in every direction, and its balance sheet grew… — David Stockman Copy Share Image
Perhaps he could still weave together the broken threads of his life. And yet, I wanted him here now. I needed him… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
I began to know my story then. Like everybody's, it was going to be the story of living in the absence of… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image