Weaving Quote by Laurie Halse Anderson

“I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. The tiny elf dancer became a wooden doll whose…

— Laurie Halse Anderson

“am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. The tiny elf dancer became a wooden doll whose strings…

— Laurie Halse Anderson

This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But no one…

— Katherine Paterson

“Another page turns on the calendar, April now, not March. …. I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of…

— Laurie Halse Anderson

Jon Chu is an absolute genius with his story-weaving.

— Henry Golding

The central fact of my life has been the existence of words and the possibility of weaving those words into poetry.

— Jorge Luis Borges

You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:…

— Pablo Neruda

I suppose that, for me at least, the biggest difference betweenThe Gunslinger Born and the next two story arcs (The Long Road Home and…

— Robin Furth

Feminism is not a patch; it is a whole new pattern which can only be realized by weaving a new garment, seamless from top…

— Sandra Marie Schneiders

I have once more taken up things that can't be done: water with grasses weaving on the bottom. But I'm always tackling that sort…

— Claude Monet

. . . Luddites were those frenzied traditionalists of the early 19th century who toured [England] wrecking new weaving machines on the theory that…

— James A. Michener

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving…

— William Butler Yeats

When people ask what kind of nonfiction I write, I say 'all kinds,' but really I mean I don’t write any kind at all:…

— Leslie Jamison

The workman cut to the left, still laying on his horn, and roared around the drunkenly weaving limousine. He invited the driver of the…

— Stephen King

I wonder how, among the Fremont, mothers and daughters shared their world. Did they walk side by side along the lake edge? What stories…

— Terry Tempest Williams