Best 181 quotes in «fabric quotes» category

Today the intelligence of the world denies the miraculous. Ignorance is the soil of the supernatural. The foundation of Christianity has crumbled, has disappeared, and the entire fabric must fall. The natural is true. The miraculous is false.

To teach is part of the very fabric of learning.

True religion is the foundation of society. When that is once shaken by contempt, the whole fabric cannot be stable nor lasting.

Visible and mobile, my body is a thing among things; it's caught in the fabric of the world, and its cohesion is that of a thing. But, because it moves itself and sees, it holds things in a circle around itself.

Violence is a crime against humanity, for it destroys the very fabric of society.

We are all linked by a fabric of unseen connections. This fabric is constantly changing and evolving. This field is directly structured and influenced by our behavior and by our understanding.

We all move on the fringes of eternity and are sometimes granted vistas through fabric of illusion.

Wall Street sees a social fabric or social contract as inefficiencies, which need to be removed.

We all move on the fringes of eternity and are sometimes granted vistas through fabric of illusion. Many refuse to admit it: I feel a mystery exists. There are certain times, when, as on the whisper of the wind, there comes a clear and quiet realization that there is indeed a presence in the world, a nonhuman entity that is not necessarily inhuman.

We can't afford as a nation - not because of money but because of our social fabric - to have large numbers of people who are not working.

We are seeing it. We are seeing the fabric of this country fall apart, and it’s falling apart because of single moms.

We never know how our small activities will affect others through the invisible fabric of our connectedness. In this exquisitely connected world, it's never a question of 'critical mass.' It's always about critical connections.

We evolved as creatures knitted into the fabric of nature, and without its intimate truths, we can find ourselves unraveling.

We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.

We've gone through the urban renewal cycle in the '60s and '70s that really did a lot of damage to the fabric of urban life - neighborhoods bulldozed and highways pushed through, and all that kind of stuff that really destroyed the kind of social underpinning and the kind of mom and pop stores and all the stuff that makes a community viable.

What is true has never been a question to be decided by polls or popular opinion. Truth isn’t ‘democratic’—it’s something that God has written into the very fabric of nature.

When I don't have any ideas, I pick up fabric and start working with it and something happens.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

When I awoke it was daylight. The inside of my tent was coated in a curious flaky rime, which I realized after a moment was all of my nighttime snores, condensed and frozen and pasted to the fabric, as if into a scrapbook of respiratory memories.

What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.

When it comes to white jeans, fabric is key.

When Jefferson and the Republicans rallied to the Union and to the existing Federalist organization, the fabric of traditional American democracy was almost completely woven.

When the fabric of society is so rigid that it cannot change quickly enough, adjustments are achieved by social unrest and revolutions.

When the fabric of the universe becomes unknown, it is the duty of the university to produce weavers.

When you have a small town where all of a sudden there's 3,000 black people living in a neighborhood where there were never black people before, that's a dramatic change. I'm not sure how much the people in the north are acknowledging that this is a permanent phenomenon, that it is going to change the social fabric.

When you buy a piece of vintage clothing you're not just buying the fabric and thread - you're buying a piece of someone's past

You have the right to anything. Does that undermine the fabric of our society? I would argue yes, it does.

Who one was, where one came from, what one was expected to be, the height of courage and character that were to be achieved, were woven into the fabric that linked oneself to all. . .

Words are the most subtle symbols which we possess and our human fabric depends on them.

Who can know how much of his most inward life is made up of the thoughts he believes other men to have about him, until that fabric of opinion is threatened with ruin?

You must stop seeing God as separate from you, and you as separate from each other. [...] Nothing exists in the universe that is separate from anything else. Everything is intrinsically connected, irrevocably interdependent, interactive, interwoven into the fabric of all of life.

YOU'RE just humming with sexual energy! Is it the fabric? Is it wearing tights?

Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.

...you showed me what love truly is just by giving yours so selflessly. I wasn't made for love. It wasn't [woven]into the fabric of my being. I didn't know what it was, what I was looking for, what I needed. I had no point of reference, no examples, nothing. Until you.

A colorful body with fabrics, tattoos and jewelry is attractive, but a colorful heart with love, truth and faith is beautiful.

He wore a tailor's masterpiece of obsidian fabric so expensive that it would've been personally offended to have been referred to as a 'black suit'. It was a really nice black suit.

God finds a way to weave even your mistakes into the fabric of a brighter future if you let Him.

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I cannot hope to make you understand how the world is truly made,' he told her. 'Metaphor, then: the world is a weave, like threads woven into cloth.' His hand came out of his sleeve with a strip of his red ribbon. 'If you say so.' 'Everything, stone, trees, beasts, the sky, the waters, all are a weave of fabric,' he said patiently. 'But when you think, it is different. Your thinking snarls the fabric, knots it. If you were a magician, you could use the knot of your mind to pull on other threads. That is magic, and now you see how every simple it is. I wonder everyone does not become an enchanter.

Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.

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 to hide behind.

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.

Material wealth don’t just come and go, they come to stay as long as the virtues remain in the fabric of a nation

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms. only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

That felt strange. How sharp a rent a handful of moments made in the fabric of a life.

The only thing that had saved her then was knitting. In prison she had become a compulsive knitter. Knitting allowed her to unite, to connect, to integrate. With every stitch she held on to dear life. Threads hold us together.

Yes, my scars shape me Today, I have learnt to cover it with fabric made of hope, faith, perseverance, and determination. For this, I am grateful to life

We, like lace, make up the very fabric of society, the tapestry of togetherness that consists of holes, but also of threads that tie us together until the end of time. The more we embrace our fragility and shared sufferings, the more boundaries we overcome, until the light can’t help but pour on in.

A pair of socks is no less suitable to make a painting with than wood, nails, turpentine, oil and fabric.

Activism is a way for useless people to feel important, even if the consequences of their activism are counterproductive for those they claim to be helping and damaging to the fabric of society as a whole.