
“Inside every widow there's a spider that weaves it's webs in the corners of her heart.”
"Voices Within the Ark", ibid.
Source: A Room of One's Own (1929), Ch. 3, pp. 43-44
Context: Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible; Shakespeare's plays, for instance, seem to hang there complete by themselves. But when the web is pulled askew, hooked up at the edge, torn in the middle, one remembers that these webs are not spun in midair by incorporeal creatures, but are the work of suffering human beings, and are attached to the grossly material things, like health and money and the houses we live in.
“Inside every widow there's a spider that weaves it's webs in the corners of her heart.”
"Voices Within the Ark", ibid.
“Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.”
Source: A Lion Among Men
“We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.”
“The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly. The blood is the life, Mr. Renfield.”
Dracula, speaking to Harker at his castle
Dracula (1931)
“Attachment is the still water in which the mosquitoes of stress grow.”
Source: Life, the Truth, and Being Free (2010), p. 100
Quotations from Gurudev’s teachings, Chinmya Mission Chicago
Source: Silence Speaks, from the chalkboard of Baba Hari Dass (1977), p.39
Context: Q: What can I do to overcome my fear of death?
The Keys to Well-being in Students, Presentation to the X NIS International Conference, Astana, Kazakhstan, 26 October 2017 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8hG_p7sujU)