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Very tight.
Very leather.
Although the threads of my life have often seemed knotted, I know, by faith, that on the other side of the embroidery there is a crown..
Can you tie your cherry stem into a knot, boys?
I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, and consequently suggests more tugging, and pain, and diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie.
Mouth sewn shut. Eyelids sewn shut. I forgot myself. The wind inside. Everything shut, and the wind inside.
How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!
God, she was so tight, my dick felt like it was being strangled.
Don't uncork what you can't contain
I double-knot my shoe laces. It's a pain untying your shoes afterward-particularly if you get them wet-but so is stopping in the middle of a race to tie them.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.
There lives no man who at some period has not been tormented, for example, by an earnest desire to tantalize a listener by circumlocution.
They have shrunk from inquiry, though they have strained after punishment. I have in every shape dared the one, that I might, so far as lay in my power, be able to secure the other.
It was then that I began to look into the seams of your doctrine. I wanted only to pick at a single knot; but when I had got that undone, the whole thing raveled out. And then I understood that it was all machine-sewn.
Lord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanity's sake?
Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. "I do what I can." Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. "You are a brave man.
Stories don't like to end when you want them to, do they? Loose ends aren't easy to snip with scissors or tuck inside a hem. They tempt you. They want you to keep pulling until there is nothing left to keep you warm.
Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.
Patch-work - like a swath of chain mail. He picked up a delicate curl of bronze and fitted it into place. "Done," he announced. "It's done.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
If your
hands are tied towards
anyone who's in need of
a helping hand, let your
tangue also be tied
I made you collapsible. I put you in and raised you with string and made you stay
there with putty.
Don't worry, though, I'm sure you're still both tighter than the knots on a tree.
I got to keep it tight like seams,
Cause ain't no fiends
Comin' in between me and my dreams,
See what I mean, black?
A broken shoelace can strangle me.
were clearly outlined under the snug
A leash is a rope with a noose at both ends.
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
the leather thong binding his
Citties are taken by the eares.
The knots in the wood can't be untied.
There was a hole inside her, and it twisted.
I wrestled futilely, then relaxed as a vine wrapped three times around my throat and squeezed.
Right," I choked out, and shut my eyes. "I'll wait here, then.
And they hooked their fingers around its slender spurs, and pulled.
We might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth.
A shoe that fits one person pinches another.
I was held together by one thread that was black and frayed, and the end of it was tied to Maggie. She had unwittingly pulled on it, loosening the already loose knitting until I was nothing more than a pile of tangled string, completely unraveled.
stick together like shit on a shoe.
A good mooring needs no knot, still no one can untie it.
When you get the end of your rope, tie a knot & hold on!
Loopy as a crochet convention.
And we, too, had a relationship
Tight wires between us,
Pegs too deep to uproot, and a mind like a ring
Sliding shut on some quick thing,
The constriction killing me also.
A few minutes later they were ensconced in his landau, the canopy pulled up tight.
If you can't tie good knots, tie plenty of them
Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
He ... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break
chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
Future shackled is when tomorrow is anchored, boxed and managed to maximize the minimizing of uncertainty.
We're sticky at the ends and the middle is getting squeezed
Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.
Clenching for me already?
duct tape - real
He'd shoved his toque and mitts into the sleeve of his parka when he'd come in the night before, and now, thrusting his right arm into the armhole, he hit the blockage. At a practiced shove the pompom of the toque crowned the cuff followed by his mitts, like a tiny birth.
Wanting nothing more than for it to unravel, unbind.
Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.
If I was aware I would have to tie laces I would not have been able to put my feet into socks.
Tie my heart in Egyptian threads.
Taro knelt and tightened the leather laces of his prosthetic leg. Buckles and straps kept the wood attached to his ankle.
Someone's magic was cleaving.
Wherever something is "pinned down" there's a little hole - at least one - more likely many.
Our lives are like single threads meticulously woven together - the result an exquisite tapestry of past, present, and future. Bound by unflappable trust, our hearts, our desires, her life woven into mine.
Every seam, every lace, every bead has been painstakingly, with love, corrected, perfected and mastered,
My cousin should be careful of tying his shoelace is a melon field......anyone might think he was stealing
screws on the cowlings. Only a divine miracle
Hold, or cut bowstrings.
I act as the tongue of you,
... tied in your mouth ... in mine it begins to be loosened.
I am not contain'd between my hat and my boots.
over the items and he tied
How loose the silk. How jailed down the juice.
Never cut what you can untie
Battle, n., A method of untying with the teeth a political knot that would not yield to the tongue.
She tangled her words
like matted fishing lines
That secret entrance deep between her thighs clenched like the mouth of a drawstring purse.
I sutured split infinitives and hoisted dangling modifiers and wore out the seam of my best flannel skirt.
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
and makes me end where I begun.
Sometimes I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.
He had his head in hand hands, and his tie looked like it had been put on by an enemy, and was strangling him.
Loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round
It's good tying the sack before it be full.
The ties that bind us to life are tougher than you imagine, or than any one can who has not felt how roughly they may be pulled without breaking.
determined set to his chin . . . all so
As he held he closed his jaws tighter and tighter, for he made sure he would be banged to death, and, for the honor of his family, he preferred to be found with his teeth locked.
I'm tightly wound. I'm a loose cannon. Both - I'm a tightly wound loose cannon, a tight loose.
Many a necklace becomes a noose.
The world hangs like a heart-shaped locket around my neck.
If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
The grip of vice is tighter than a prison lock.
A well-tied tie is the first serious step in life.
closed behind Anne
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
I am a Gordian knot. Don't unravel, just slice.
Hence a ship is said to be tight, when her planks are so compact and solid as to prevent the entrance of the water in which she is immersed: and a cask is called tight, when the staves are so close that none of the liquid contained therein can issue through or between them.
Ties are straightened and expressions banished.
Wore out from all that, I did what we call shilly-shally. Poking round up to no good.
The clasp of the gold chain
So much was closing in about the women who sat knitting, knitting, that they their very selves were closing in around a structure yet unbuilt, where they were to sit knitting, knitting, counting dropping heads.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
It was like a tight knot inside me was gradually loosening, a knot I'd never even realized, until then, was there.
There is something fearfully strengthening about cutting free even if the ties bandage the heart itself.
The two of them fitting, interlocking, like mothers and daughters are supposed to. Fitting in a way that I never have. My edges have always been too sharp, my grooves too deep.