Thread Quote by Anna Akhmatova Download Open image “All that I am hangs by a thread tonight” — Anna Akhmatova ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Thread Tonight
I'm hanging around until it's all done, You can't keep me back once I had some. — Lykke Li Copy Share Image
Dont leave me hanging,i rather u tie a rope around ma neck n strangle me straight — Joe Copy Share Image
Hanging with my friends, we have a sub so doin stupid shit like always lmfao — Berta Copy Share Image
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“That is why we love this city – Dark and stern, and full of water, And we love our separations, And brief moments when… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Give me bitter years of sickness, Suffocation, insomnia, fever, Take my child and my lover, And my mysterious gift of song This I pray… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
We learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ In Dream Black and enduring separation I share equally with you. Why weep? Gove me your hand, promise me you will come again.… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“But don’t raise your eyes in defiance, Protect my life, my dear. They’re brighter than first violets, But deadly to me, I fear.” — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Telling a story of illness, one pulls a thread through a narrow opening flanked on one side by shame and the other by trivia. — Susan Griffin Copy Share Image
People wander about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. — William Stafford 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 flute, or… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share Image
We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
You have to be nicer to me," I said. Again he laughed. "What? I'm the King of nice. What are you talking about?" "You… — Lauren Myracle Copy Share Image
A memoir takes some particular threads, some incidents, some experience from a person's life and gives an account of it. — Richard Hell Copy Share Image
I was planning on writing a detailed review of several books on web security tonight, but the Obama collapse has superseded my best-laid plans.… — Charles Foster Johnson Copy Share Image
Marvelous,” she said. “Tell me about this tapestry.” Arachne’s lips curled over her mandibles. “Why do you care? You're about to die.” “Well, yes,”… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Without my relatives, I am but a thread; together, we form a colorful and elaborate Persian carpet. — Firoozeh Dumas Copy Share Image
As long as the mind is there, your body and your world are there. Your world is mind-made, subjective, enclosed within the mind, fragmentary,… — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj Copy Share Image
We should be sensitive to the thread of silence from which the tissue of speech is woven. — Maurice Merleau-Ponty Copy Share Image
