The real fabric of the cosmos is nothing.
This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.
I was thinking how complicated life is and how there are no simple roads or paths. We are a fabric of mistakes and hurts; a family tree of fumbled attempts, successes and failures.
If we rub a fabric too often, it will quickly grow threadbare; and Nobu’s words had rasped against me so much, I could no longer maintain that finely lacquered surface Mameha had always counseled me...
I’m often asked if I regret not going to Hollywood. I’m glad I didn’t go, because if I had I wouldn’t have my extended family, which is the fabric of my life. Only recently have...
Back in grade school, my shrinks tried to channel my viciousness into a constructive outlet, so I cut things with scissors. Heavy, cheap fabrics Diane bought by the bolt. I sliced through them with old...
God finds a way to weave even your mistakes into the fabric of a brighter future if you let Him.
On a hanger, no dress is sexy. It’s just fabric on a hanger.
That felt strange. How sharp a rent a handful of moments made in the fabric of a life.
For the others, it was still just a tale, like all the tales we told, night by night, tales comical and strange, tales heroic and awe-inspiring, the tales that formed the fabric of our spirits.
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