“How shall I a habit break?
As you did that habit make.
As you gathered, you must lose;
As you yielded, now refuse.
Thread by thread the strands we twist
Till they bind us, neck and wrist.
Thread by thread the patient hand
Must untwine, ere free we stand.
As we builded, stone by stoene,
We must toil, unhelped, alone,
Till the wall is overthrown.”

“Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?”

“Make compassion the cotton, contentment the thread, modesty the knot and truth the twist.
This is the sacred thread of the soul; if you have it, then go ahead and put it on me.”

“We all should know that diversity makes for a rich tapestry, and we must understand that all the threads of the tapestry are equal in value no matter what their color.”

“I have gathered a posy of other men’s flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.”

“(…) This must be well grasped; the world hangs on the thread of consciousness, no consciousness, no world.”

“My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread.”

“Death did not play favorites—He loved all equally.
What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.
The god's voice—not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind”

“Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.”

“Forgiveness is that subtle thread that binds both love and friendship. Without forgiveness, you may not even have a child one day.”