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A man is never undone till he be hang'd.
It was needlepoint, Mr. Burke. Tapestries are woven, you see, and I find it far more satisfying to stab than to weave.
Nylon string is still a new love and I'm not tired of it yet.
I want to be tangled up in all her strings.
thin materials, or in conjunction with flat stitch. Twisted knot
Fancy that thou deservest to be hangedthou wilt feel it happiness to be only shot: fancy that thou deservest to be hanged ina hair halter, it will be a luxury to die in hemp.
Spinnin' a rope is fun if your neck ain't in it
We are all strings in the concert of God's joy.
First you find a little thread, a little thread leads you to a string, and the string leads you to a rope. And from the rope you hang by the neck.
My strings are being pulled, this time by a different puppet master.
It is a tangled skein, you understand, and I am looking for a loose end.
I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free.
But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.
I've cried over string arrangements.
The rope longed-for her beloved, the ceiling hook.
The suspended body; a harbinger of good news.
Love was lost.
Love was found.
The bow kept taut will quickly break, kept loosely strung, it will serve you when you need it.
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..
Your twisting is done
you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?
Every paper girl needs at least one string.
Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers.
Who seeketh two strings to one bow, they may shoot strong, but never straight ...
The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart ...
Love pull your sore ribs in. I will pull your tangles out.
Her voice sounded like a string that was fraying.
Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.
I wish you wouldn't make the strings such an important part of your arrangements because frankly they're only a tax dodge!
were all wired to come come unwound.
These lines are hooks, I'm fishing unknown seas.
The rope has been torn; a knot
Can tie it again, but
It's been torn.
Perhaps we'll meet again, but
You won't find me
In the place where we parted ways.
A leash is a rope with a noose at both ends.
If you can't tie good knots, tie plenty of them
I get all tangled up in your ribbons.
A Tribute to the Kite ...
Oh such joy what a splendor has never
been heard, of a string that would lend you the wings of a bird.
Aww, come on man, I can barely handle 6 strings.
Hanged Three Times
If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
Glistened on the rope, almost level now. Das
We all admire the spangled acrobat with classic grace meticulously walking his tight rope in the talcum light; but how much rarer art there is in the sagging rope expert wearing scarecrow clothes and impersonating a grotesque drunk! I should know.
Gifts have ribbons, not strings.
Her heart ruffled like a wind torn sail, held, yet ripped.
I watch the tip of my tie sway to and fro and wonder how humans got to a place where we said, "Whoa. Hold on. Before I can take you seriously, you need to hang a brightly colored strip of narrow pointy cloth around your neck.
Christ set my chains free.
To be on the wire is life - the rest - is waiting.
Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.
If a violin string could ache, i would be that string.
We are all beads strung together on the same thread of love.
My soul and your soul are forever tangled.
Purled and meandering lines drawn by knives; brain and bone exposed by stones; the rope still digging at his throat.
The braid is always stronger than the strand.
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
Ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness.
Zigzag... don't bunch up. Weave like a drunk on New Year's... Got it?
You tug and strain like a young horse when it's first tied up at the stake, whenever you are tied by your heartstrings.
It is time for you to choose, the rope or the spike!
This Nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind 20 In equal curls, and well conspir'd to deck With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck.
Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my confinement Stitch,
But it was the last string. It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left, and every paper girl needs at least one string, right?
It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left and every paper girl needs at least one string, right? (58)
I have to admit I can be pretty high strung and tightly wound.
Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.
The strings that bind you tight to the map of your life,
Where's the lace?Lace-- Nalini Singh
I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand
We are not as frail as the strings would make us believe.
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?
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
Life has taught this boy to string nets beneath his hopes.
Yawn. String-on-a-stick.
Fine. I'll come out and chase it
to make you happy.
Impressive, isn't it?" Divan says with pride. "I purchased it from a Brazilian artist, who has apparently made a career working in flesh. He claims his artwork is to protest unwinding, but I ask you, how much of a protest can it be if he uses the unwound for his art?
One of us is chained, none of us is free.
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.
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.
Combing her thoughts, yanking them into a pigtail.
Never lose hope, for all the interweaved strings
will soon straighten out.
For a while there, I was a stringer. The expression comes from the old habit of stringing together the column inches that you had written. They'd measure it and pay you 10 cents an inch for your printed copy.
As the components of your life are stripped away, after all the ambitions and hopes vaporize, you reach a self-reflective starkness
the repetitious plucking of a single overwound string.
It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
People stagger, but they pick up a tattered thread and wind it back onto a spool.
His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands.
Here is a warning: Not all things end up tied with a perfect bow. Sometimes the ribbon frays. Sometimes you get a knot. A very messy one.
No cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as [love] can do with a single thread.
Like a bird on a wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free!!
In ways and thoughts of weakness and of wrong, Threads turn to cords, and cords to cables strong.
The strands are all there; to the memory nothing is ever lost.
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord, Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses - Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side, So I shall never fall; For we must ride to the Judgment, And it's partly down hill.
Weak men don't like string men, they remind them of what they failed to be.
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A good mooring needs no knot, still no one can untie it.
You hung around the tattered edges of my soul, that's where you preferred to be ...
I question the negative connotations of fabric, of ribbon, of lace. I turn these symbols of our imprisonment around.
You, sir, are as twisted as a twelve-string banjo. - Willie Nelson to Sheriff Preston Bank
The threads of these thoughts trailed after her throughout the rest of the day, like loose ends on a fabric, needing to either be tied into a knot or snipped away.
Every seam, every lace, every bead has been painstakingly, with love, corrected, perfected and mastered,
Right, let's go rope shopping. You should buy some rope or cord yourself; it might come in handy. You might need it when you kill yourself.
Atop their gleaming backs the jockeys look like gaudy baubles, secured with strings. They bob up and down, they rise, lean forward, then settle again.
twisted her words into
That's what she keeps you around for, to diddle her fiddle. Because you're low-hung and she's high-strung!
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.
I have been whipped, as the saying is, but I am sure I can recover all the lost capital occasioned by that disaster; by only hanging a few moments by the neck; and I feel quite determined to make the utmost possible out of a defeat.
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.