The one who thinks over his experiences most, and weaves them into systematic relations with each other, will be the one with the best memory.
I came from a family of repairers. The spider is a repairer. If you bash into the web of a spider, she doesn't get mad. She weaves and repairs it.
I wonder if I have woven through dreams the sexual strife. I don't think so. But after all, my business is to weave dreams. I suppose I may be allowed to choose the material.
I am not someone who has hobbies. I have tried knitting, and I can't figure it out.
For me, teaching is about weaving a web of connectedness between myself, my students, the subject I'm teaching, and the larger world.
To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.
If you do weave one-liners into a story, you have to have an overall story as well, otherwise it doesn't really count as narrative.
Glory to Women! They weave and entwine heavenly roses into an earthly life.
We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
A piece of fabric can get me going.
Fate weaves the darkness, which is perhaps why she weaves so badly.
All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.
After having stopped the lower activities of the mind, it must be made receptive; and, instead of weaving all kinds of empty and idle thoughts, the mind should receive intuitions from above.
Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.
I have worked with wool all my life as a designer. There's so much more to it than knitwear - it's an amazingly versatile material and can be used in so many different ways from chic to rustic.
Cotton is my life.
I assure you that there's a lot involved in compositions with figures. ... It's like weaving... you must control and keep an eye on several things at once.
The central fact of my life has been the existence of words and the possibility of weaving those words into poetry.
If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear, gives it its life and bloom.
Unraveling the web of Penelope.
Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
It was about forgiving. I understood that forgiveness itself was strong, durable—like strands of a web weaving around us, holding us.
I absolutely love American folk art, can't get enough of it.
Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.
