To argue without knowledge is like trying to weave without thread.
Tom Hyde, the tinker, standing on the gallows, was asked if he had anything to say. "Tell the tailors," said he, "to remember to make a knot in their thread before they take the first stitch. " His companion's prayer is forgotten.
You're easily distracted by the pattern of the cloth and can't see the quality of the threads.
No one can tear your thread out of himself. No one can tie you down or set you free.
The single most important thread in working through your disappointments is that your heart and mind ponder and grasp what the cross of Jesus Christ is all about. There is no pattern without the cross. There is no Good News without it. That is what the gospel is all about.
Life is a great tapestry. The individual is only an insignificant thread in an immense and miraculous pattern.
Every question was like the snapping of a little thread about my heart.
Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
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, temporary, personal, hanging on the thread of memory.
In Seattle you haven't had enough coffee until you can thread a sewing machine while it's running.
All that I am hangs by a thread tonight
Isn't that the goal, as you grow older? That you start reclaiming those parts of yourself you didn't recognize or didn't think were there all along? That's what happened when I made The River and the Thread record.
The passion for equality is partly a passion for anonymity: to be one thread of the many which make up a tunic; one thread not distinguishable from the others. No one can then point us out, measure us against others and expose our inferiority.
When your body is your instrument, it needs maintenance and it needs to be held in a certain way. That's a universal thread, whether you're an athlete, a dancer, an actor or a singer. It's all about maintaining your body because that allows you to do what you do.
Incredible what slender threads you begin to hang your hopes on.
She who reconciles the ill-matched threads Of her life, and weaves them gratefully Into a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall And clears it for a different celebration.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Every night is different, a ball of thread that unrolls differently.
The thread breakes, where it is weakest.
So that is how I ended up with those two titles, I like Accidentally on Purpose better - it is how we work in our trade - is it really an accident, or is there a thread of destiny in there? That was the intention, I am not sure I found out.
