“We'll spin them out like a bobbin thread.”
Semyon Timoshenko (1895–1970) Soviet military commander
To Ralph Parker, about the Nazis. Quoted in "Timoshenko: Marshal of the Red Army" - Page 91 - by Walter Mehring - 1942
Letter 56 to Lady Kenmure
Letters of Samuel Rutherford (Andrew Bonar)
“We'll spin them out like a bobbin thread.”
Semyon Timoshenko (1895–1970) Soviet military commander
To Ralph Parker, about the Nazis. Quoted in "Timoshenko: Marshal of the Red Army" - Page 91 - by Walter Mehring - 1942
Marcus Aurelius book Meditations
Alternate Translation: Whatever may befall you, it was preordained for you from everlasting.
Source: Meditations (c. 121–180 AD), Book X, 5
Thomas Mann (1875–1955) German novelist, and 1929 Nobel Prize laureate
Nobel Banquet Speech (10 December 1929) http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1929/mann-speech.html
“On what slender threads do life and fortune hang.”
Alexandre Dumas book The Count of Monte Cristo
Source: The Count of Monte Cristo
“Incredible what slender threads you begin to hang your hopes on.”
Elizabeth Wein book Code Name Verity
Source: Code Name Verity
Edith Wharton book The House of Mirth
Source: "The House of Mirth" http://books.google.com/books?id=plFdLlYHwZ8C&pg=PA69&lpg=PA69&dq=No+insect+hangs+its+nest+on+threads+as+frail+as+those+which+will+sustain+the+weight+of+human+vanity.&source=bl&ots=j0EPPhjIZW&sig=MQMjyNy5yKK97Ok4bGqRWfC3obE&hl=en&ei=T5F0TMqyMIuisAOczpyMBg&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=4&ved=0CCEQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&q=No%20insect%20hangs%20its%20nest%20on%20threads%20as%20frail%20as%20those%20which%20will%20sustain%20the%20weight%20of%20human%20vanity.&f=false (1905), ch. X, pg. 69
“Let us keep to Christ, and cling to Him, and hang on Him, so that no power can remove us.”
Martin Luther (1483–1546) seminal figure in Protestant Reformation
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 433
Brian Bates (1944) British academic
The Way of the Wyrd : Tales of an Anglo-Saxon Sorcerer (1983)
Context: The threads of wyrd are a dimension of ourselves that we cannot grasp with words. We spin webs of words, yet wyrd slips through like the wind. The secrets of wyrd do not lie in our word-hoards, but are locked in the soul. We can only discern the shadows of reality with our words, whereas our souls are capable of encountering the realities of wyrd directly. This is why wyrd is accessible to the sorcerer: the sorcerer sees with his soul, not with eyes blinkered by the shape of words.
Do not live your life searching around for answers in your word-hoard. You will find only words to rationalize your experience. Allow yourself to open to wyrd and it will cleanse, renew, change, and develop your casket of reason. Your word-hoard should serve your experience, not the reverse.
“I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim,
The god is bitter and will have it so.”
Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) American writer and poet
"Roundel"
Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)