Vain the ambition of kingsWho seek by trophies and dead thingsTo leave a living name behind,And weave but nets to catch the wind.
weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace.thomas gray
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair Lean on a garden urn weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree. Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose.Andrew Marvell
Let us pick up again these lost strands and weave them again into the fabric of America?sort out the music from the sounds and again respond to the trumpet and the steady drum.
Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave When they think that their children are na|«ve.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
Vain the ambition of kings, who seek by trophies and dead things to leave a living name behind, and weave but nets to catch the wind.john webster
If life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.lloyd alexander
Economic progress... means the discovery and application of better ways of doing things to satisfy our wants. The piping of water to a household that previously dragged it from a well, the growing of two blades of grass where one grew before, the development of a power loom that enables one man to weave ten times as much as he could before, the use of steam power and electric power instead of horse or human power all these things clearly represent economic progress.kenneth boulding
On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.vladimir mayakovsky
Historically our own culture has relied for the creation of rich and contrasting values upon many artificial distinctions, the most striking of which is sex. It will not be by the mere abolition of these distinctions that society will develop patterns in which individual gifts are given place instead of being forced into an ill-fitting mould. If we are to achieve a richer culture, rich in contrasting values, we must recognize the whole gamut of human potentialities, and so weave a less arbitrary social fabric, one in which each diverse human gift will find a fitting place.Margaret Mead
O, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!walter scott
In railway halls, on pavements near the traffic, They beg, their eyes made big by empty staring And only measuring Time , like the blank clock. No, I shall weave no tracery of pen-ornament To make them birds upon my singing tree: Time merely drives these lives which do not live As tides push rotten stuff along the shore.stephen spender
O what a tangled web we weave / When first we practise to deceive.
O, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive!
The seed ye sow, another reaps; The wealth ye find, another keeps: The robes ye weave, another wears: The arms ye forge another bears.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Those afraid of the universe as it really is, those who pretend to nonexistent knowledge and envision a Cosmos centered on human beings will prefer the fleeting comforts of superstition. They avoid rather than confront the world. But those with the courage to explore the weave and structure of the Cosmos, even where it differs profoundly from their wishes and prejudices, will penetrate its deepest mysteries.
...the Sanskrit word tantra has appeared since Vedic times, with an enormous diversity of meanings; it has been used to denote everything from a warp or a loom to “the chief potion or essence of a thing” (Mahabharta.13.48.6). Probably derived from the root tan, “to weave or stretch”, tantra is most often used to refer to a particular kind of text which is “woven” of the extended threads of many words. Yet, as Padoux points out, such texts may or may not contain materials that we today think of as “Tantric”.
weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms, To deck our girls for gay delights! The crimson flower of battle blooms, And solemn marches fill the nights.julia ward howe
weave the wind. I have no ghosts, An old man in a draughty house Under a windy knob.