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What I want is to hold you like a bell holds space between the hours.
Whoever invented the
front-clasp bra? God bless you.
When a knot gets to tight, you can always cut the rope
The grasp of objects that bind us to some betokening.
When you have strings, everybody pulls you here and pulls you there.
We all act as hinges-fortuitous links between other people.
Give a man enough rope and he'll wrap himself around your little finger.
Stop a bit and think it over. There do be some knots mighty aisy to tie but the untying is a cat of a different brade.
A man is in bondage to whatever he cannot part with that is less than
himself.
It has to be very tight to seem loose.
The painful things seemed like knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place.
duct tape - real
Superglue after duct tape a girl's best friend.
The ties that I have here were too strong to break.
Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.
row of stitches.
All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
Handcuffs. Freaking handcuffs.
What are you doing with those?
Handcuffing you.
No, I mean why do you have them in the first place?
I'm saving them for a rainy day. These are new actually. It's like a "thinking of you" gift because I was thinking of you when I bought them.
Velcro: what a rip-off.
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.
To overcome my fear, I shackled myself with hope, its links heavier than any metal known to man.
The strings that bind you tight to the map of your life,
If we let it, unglued will allow us to become humbly and beautifully broken before Him.
ROPE, n. An obsolescent appliance for reminding assassins that they too are mortal. It is put about the neck and remains in place one's whole life long.
I hope,' muttered Jasper, 'we do not ever shop again at a place where vampires can buy clip-on bow ties. You would think with all of eternity in front of them, they could take the time to learn a simple knot.
We might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth.
Real love comes with strings you tie yourself.
plastic snap-open
The right words can bind someone more effectively than chains.
Your twisting is done
you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?
Time unslid the knot of any last ribbon of tension.
The noose around a man's neck is tighter than that of his fists
With each step and each turn, we threaded deeper inside a knot, one I feared we'd never work apart. The
Thus saying, I turned my full attention to the lock. Like a proper maiden, it resisted for a token moment. But, upon further adept agitation of its slender hole, it relinquished its charms with smooth, willing finesse.
Here is the threshold I do not cross: a sliver of light through the doorway finds his tattoo, the anchor on his forearm tangled in its chain.
No one can tear your thread out of himself.
No one can tie you down or set you free.
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
I'm holding myself together with hands callused by strings.
To hold, you must first open your hand. Let go
In my world, our self-inflicted bondage with chains, cuffs, and ropes was never about containment, but freedom, a letting go.
Chains (other than the ones we all learned to make out of strips of colored paper in kindergarten I suppose) are strong. We use them to pull engine blocks out of trucks and to bind the arms and legs of dangerous prisoners.
Strap On spelled backwards is No Parts. Just sayin'.
No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last finding the other end fastened about his own neck.
Gil's hands imprison my own.
shut and slipped into
We wear the chains we forge in life,
There was a necklace inside. A thin silver chain with a small pendant, a silver pansy.
The skilful closer needs no bolts or bars, while to open what he has shut will be impossible;
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?
Loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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.
We must neither bind where God looseth, nor loose where God bindeth, nor open where God shutteth, nor shut where God openeth; the right use of the keys is always successful.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
There is something fearfully strengthening about cutting free even if the ties bandage the heart itself.
You bound him to you with your courage and your tales. You hold him to you now. You captured a wild creature when you had no place you could keep him.
All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.
I made you collapsible. I put you in and raised you with string and made you stay
there with putty.
Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.
Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
The necklace is the anchor; it's the classification of jewelry that says what the whole idea is about.
Like warp and woof all destinies
Are woven fast,
Linked in sympathy like the keys
Of an organ vast.
Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar;
Break but one
Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar
Through all will run.
A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.
Holding something doesn't make it yours. You realize at some point you're just keeping it back for yourself, because it's pulling away with equal force. You've got to cut the string from your finger and leave that wispy thread, like a baby spider on the breeze.
Threads snap. You would lose your way in the labyrinth.
Ruby's eyes shot open when she woke, for she felt a constraint around her wrists and ankles. Feeling with her fingers, she touched cold metal. Her small movement gave the chains a slight jingle. A sinking feeling washed over her at the realization that she was chained.
Loopy as a crochet convention.
See the interlaced strands?' She touched the raised pattern with a knobby finger. 'These trace a never-ending path, leading away from home and circling back. When you wear this, you'll never be far from the place you started.
Where is the weapon with which I enforce your bondage? You give it to me every time you open your mouth.
LIBERATION FROM BANDAGE
No one can liberate you, for you are already liberated from the very beginning!
The thought of bondage itself is a myth; freedom from this myth is true liberation.
You untangle a knot with slow teasing, not sharp pulling, and believe me we have here a knot such as I have never seen. But I will unpick it. I will.
The world is bound in secret knots.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!
I question the negative connotations of fabric, of ribbon, of lace. I turn these symbols of our imprisonment around.
The mind's nature is worldly. If someone comes late, the mind will say 'Why did you come at this wrong time?' And this will create [bondage with] an iron shackle.
The headmaster's tie turns into a noose again, preventing blood from getting to his face
Most people don't associate anythin'
their ideas just roll about like so many dry peas on a tray, makin' a lot of noise and goin' nowhere, but once you begin lettin' 'em string their peas into a necklace, it's goin' to be strong enough to hang you, what?
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
Hold, or cut bowstrings.
So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.
You are tied on [to God] with a bond that cannot be broken. And when you are tied on to God... you do not have to be afraid.
The grip of vice is tighter than a prison lock.
It's something I call an invisible thread. It is, as the old Chinese proverb tells us, something that connects two people who are destined to meet, regardless of time and place and circumstance. Some legends call it the red string of fate; others, the thread of destiny.
Invisible threads are the strongest ties. - Friedrich Nietzsche
Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.
The Golden Straitjacket is the defining political-economic garment of globalization. [ ... ] The tighter you wear it, the more gold it produces.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I.
It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.
The jaws' hooked clamp and fangs Not to be changed at this date; A life subdued to its instrument.
The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated.
Call me old-fashioned, but whenever I see those wire-fortified ribbons, I have the secret stab of nostalgia for old-timey ribbon, the kind whose ends flop like spaniel ears. I'm suspicious of unnaturally perky ribbon.
If you do not want me to break your wrist with one squeeze of my hand, you will do two things immediately, First you will remove your hand from my woman's purse. Second, you will remove your hand from my shirt. It's attached to the body that belongs to the owner of the purse.
In a liquid modern life there are no permanent bonds, and any that we take up for a time must be tied loosely so that they can be untied again, as quickly and as effortlessly as possible, when circumstances change - as they surely will in our liquid modern society, over and over again.
Clenching for me already?
There isn't a necklace, is there?'
'You'll only find out if you answer my question.'
'You're mean.'
'I'm learning to be so.' She preferred to think of it as taking more of a hand in her own destiny, but she didn't much care what anyone else might call it.
Closure is for jars, books, and closet doors.
Closure means the door is "kinda shut"..we use it like a temporary swab to dab a bleeding wound that will never heal
only clot.
These five links stand out in the chain that binds our will. They hold us, guide us, coerce us - And we rattle them still. ~The Bern Seer~
Duct tape. Perfect weapon; so many uses.