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The man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they will
never again be separate ...
They were two halves that together formed a magical whole.
Love binds, and it binds forever. Good binds while evil unravels. Separation is another word for evil; it is also another word for deceit.
Like the two trees in our garden that had grown side by side, their trunks intertwining over the decades to accommodate and support one another.
A man is in bondage to whatever he cannot part with that is less than
himself.
Even things which seem separate and finished are infinitely connected and will infinitely connect. This connection happens as soon as you let it, as soon as you engage - as soon as you even attempt to engage.
The world is bound in secret knots.
Life is made of so many partings welded together
Well married, a man is winged - ill-matched, he is shackled.
Now they are struggling to find that balance
separated but still inseparable, apart but still a part.
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.
Constant togetherness is fine - but only for Siamese twins.
Connect, connect.
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.
Everything is connected.
Together, come what may.
Nothing ever holds together unless it is mixed with some of one's own blood
Tying isn't about males and females. It's about connecting with someone who can better you, someone who can give you what you're lacking, someone who can fulfill you and make you whole.
We are the True Knot," they responded. "What is tied may never be untied.
Some things are created to be together.
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.
Connecting us, turning the three of us into one.
Sometimes, in a part, everything comes together.
It's so long since I've had sex I've forgotten who ties up who.
There's a thread that binds all of us together; pull one end of the thread, the strain is felt all down the line.
I can't untangle, I can't untangle what I feel and what would matter most.
Their hands met; their eyes fastened; Starbuck's tears the glue.
It is not together, but the ensemble is perfect.
I'm holding myself together with hands callused by strings.
We are all connected....we are One!
They were a tangle of limbs on the bed, limbs and f lesh and bodies entwined so fully, joined so deeply, that it was as if they were sealed together. The heat had melted and merged them. They weren't even human now, but sex in its rawest, purest form.
We are all beads strung together on the same thread of love.
Seal the openings, shut the doors, dull the sharpness, untie the knots, dim the light, become one with the dust. This is called the profound union.
Faced with what seems like an impossible task, a group of folks will do well to remember the African proverb: When spider webs unite they can tie up a lion.
An English family consists of a few persons, who, from youth to age, are found revolving within a few feet of each other, as if tied by some invisible ligature, tense as that cartilage which we have seen attaching the two Siamese.
Two messed up halves that make one perfect whole?
This is fusion, when two people become one. They are so close and so well suited to each other that they blend together. They merge and can't live without each other after that.
Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they knew how it happened, they were clinging together, blindly pressing their faces towards each other.
Eventually Everything Connects - all the Pain, the Struggle & the People.
And my brain put them together in that way brains sometimes do: pairing the ideas that shouldn't be paired, yet nonetheless were.
When you're at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on
Sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together.
When a Man has Married a WifeHe finds out whetherHer Knees & elbows are onlyglued together.
Ideas rose in clouds; I felt them collide until pairs interlocked, so to speak, making a stable combination.
The threads of many beliefs can run side by side; from time to time they tangle, and mesh into a stronger rope.
Here's the thing: the strings are already attached.
In the pun, two strings of thought are tangled into one acoustic knot.
A FEATHER.
A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.
Every time I thought that I was "put together," I realized that we're always putting ourselves together, gathering the world in, letting it sift down and form us.
We are united by the bond of love.
After so many years drifting, not connected to anything, I'm finally tethered. Safe and loved, in the middle.
We start senior year like kings, like nothing can ever tear us apart.
We're wrong.
It's been so long since I had sex, I can't remember who gets tied up, anymore.
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.
Bran and I are two loose ends who found a way to tie ourselves together.
The strongest bond in the universe is when two souls unite to become one.
Whack 'em, stack 'em and pack 'em.
It's been so long since I made love I can't even remember who gets tied up.
Coupling is frenzy; decoupling is farce.
Everything is connected, even the parts we don't like, especially the parts we don't like.
Two human beings anchored to one another are like two ships shaken by waves; their carcases collide with one another and creak.
There is no together anymore. Once a pomegranate breaks and all its seeds scatter in differetnt directions, you cannot put it back together.
Life is a thread that someone entangled.
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.
A bond is necessary to complete our being, only we must be careful that the bond does not become bondage.
We are lips and arms and legs and bodies entangled. He raises himself above me and we are wordless, and then we are joined and moving silently. We are joined and I know all of the secrets of the universe.
Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.
When they made up, it was as if nothing had happened at all. In fact, it was like they were stuck even closer together, like they had gotten even more tangled in each other.
But the lovers are locked in, as only lovers can be.
On the one hand, everything is connected, on the other hand, it is not.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I.
It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
I once read that there is an invisible thread that connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. [ ... ] Please don't let it break, I silently plead to him. I need to know that some cords can't be cut.
They lay together like a word and a comma, asleep within an unfinished sentence.
She tangled her words
like matted fishing lines
The bodies of a man and his dog fused together, skin and fur melded. Nobody wanted to die alone.
So if the ties that bind ever do come loose
Tie them in a knot like a hangman's noose
Cause I'll go to heaven or I'll go to hell
Before I'll see you with someone else.
We are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends,
Trapped like a trap in a trap
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.
She and Mattia were united by an invisible, elastic thread, buried under a pile of meaningless things, a thread that could exist only between two people like themselves: two people who had acknowledged their own solitude within the other.
Two hearts that beat as one.
My God, no wonder people like being tied up.
Everything is connected. There is nothing that is not connected.
All things are delicately interconnected.
When you strip away all the little things that divide us, it's important to remember how tied we are
When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.
This web of intricate connections
The bond of love; the bond of peace.
We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.
Let nobody fool you, most couples are conjoined on earth.
The mismatches, now they are a different story. They are made in heaven
If your
hands are tied towards
anyone who's in need of
a helping hand, let your
tangue also be tied
We're sticky at the ends and the middle is getting squeezed
Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer
One man's magic is another man's gluey torture session.
I'm a taped-together girl, but I can carry my own baggage.
Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
Rage and unbearable pain meshed together like twin strands in an ever-tightening rope.
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.
Merging like two drops of water.
Together in a way that humans could never know.
It is love, imperfect and unordered, that keeps them apart, even as it holds them somehow together ...
-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?'
There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter