I came from a family of repairers. The spider is a repairer. If you bash into the web of a spider, she doesn't get mad. She weaves and repairs it.— Louise Bourgeois
Killer Spider Web quotations
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
Laws: We know what they are, and what they are worth! They are spider webs for the rich and mighty, steel chains for the poor and weak, fishing nets in the hands of government.
Laws are like spider's webs: If some poor weak creature comes up against them, it is caught; but a big one can break through and get away.
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.
Any act often repeated soon forms a habit;
and habit allowed, steady gains in strength, At first it may be but as a spider's web, easily broken through, but if not resisted it soon binds us with chains of steel.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
When spider webs unite they can tie up a lion.
Laws are like spiders webs which, if anything small falls into them they ensnare it, but large things break through and escape.
In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.
Imagine a multidimensiona l spider's web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the other dew drops. And, in each reflected dew drop, the reflections of all the other dew drops in that reflection. And so ad infinitum. That is the Buddhist conception of the universe in an image.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web. The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.
What is magic? In the deepest sense, magic is an experience.
It's the experience of finding oneself alive within a world that is itself alive. It is the experience of contact and communication between oneself and something that is profoundly different from oneself: a swallow, a frog, a spider weaving its web.
A spider lives inside my head Who weaves a strange and wondrous web Of silken threads and silver strings To catch all sorts of flying things, Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles And specks of dried-up tears, And dust of dreams that catch and cling For years and years and years...
Health is the greatest of God's gifts, but we take it for granted;
yet it hangs on a thread as fine as a spider's web and the tiniest thing can make it snap, leaving the strongest of us helpless in an instant.
The difference between utility and utility plus beauty is the difference between telephone wires and the spider web.
The spider dances her web without knowing there are flies that will get caught in it. The fly, dancing nonchalantly on a sunbeam gets caught without knowing what lies in store. But through both of them "It" dances. So, too, the archer hits the target without having aimed-more I cannot say.
The post-Soviet mafia wove a spider's web of dirty money around the world.
Where better to attack it than to start with the Ukrainian criminal heavyweights - the 'family' and its closest circle?
The clearest window that ever was fashioned if it is barred by spiders' webs, and hung over with carcasses of insects, so that the sunlight has forgotten to find its way through, of what use can it be? Now, the Church is God's window; and if it is so obscured by errors that its light is darkness, how great is that darkness!
Experience is never limited, and it is never complete;
it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.
Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?
A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.
Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease.Dew is heavy on the grass below,the spider's web is ready.Heaven's ways include the human:among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.
When I go to the garage to pick up my clubs, I clean the spider webs off.
Sometimes it looks like I'm dancing, but it's just that I walked into a spider web.
Experience is never limited, and it is never complete
Given the nature of spiders, webs are inevitable.
And given the nature of human beings, so are religions. Spiders can't help making fly-traps, and men can't help making symbols. That's what the human brain is there for - the turn the chaos of given experience into a set of manageable symbols.
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art.
what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she'll embrace you then when she's satisfied she'll kill you still in her embrace and suck the blood from you.
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine, oh, gossamer web of wond'rous design! Such beauty and grace wild nature produces... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices!
A poem is a spider web Spun with words of wonder, Woven lace held in place By whispers made of thunder.
I make mistakes, but I am on the side of Good," the Golux said, "by accident and happenchance. I had high hopes of being Evil when I was two, but in my youth I came upon a firefly burning in a spider's web. I saved the victim's life." "The firefly's ?" said the minstrel. "The spider's. The blinking arsonist had set the web on fire.
When spider webs unite, they can tie up a lion.
The mind cannot support moral chaos for long.
Men are under as strong a compulsion to invent an ethical setting for their behavior as spiders are to weave themselves webs.
Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.
Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.