Stitched Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
i-have-stitched-life-into-me-like-rare-organ-sylvia-plath
i-myself-am-entirely-made-of-flaws-stitched-together-with-good-intentions
i-myself-am-made-entirely-of-flaws-stitched-together-with-good-intentions
separation-your-absence-has-gone-through-me-like-thread-through-needle-everything-i-do-is-stitched-with-its-color-ws-merwin
the-magic-is-only-in-what-books-say-how-they-stitched-patches-universe-together-into-one-garment-for-us-ray-bradbury
i-was-doing-that-thing-infatuated-do-stitching-destiny-onto-person-we-want-stitched-to-us-rachel-kushner
i-stitched-itch-to-my-side-as-far-as-surgeries-go-im-just-barely-scratching-surface-jarod-kintz
there-is-nothing-magical-in-them-at-all-the-magic-is-only-in-what-books-say-how-they-stitched-patches-universe-together-into-one-garment-for-us-ray-bradbury
i-think-i-must-have-too-much-to-eat-we-were-doing-scene-where-we-were-crawling-i-ripped-my-trousers-i-was-embarrassed-i-was-sown-in-stitched-in-quickly
i-am-dwelling-on-things-i-love-even-if-measure-tragedy-is-stitched-into-everything-if-you-follow-thread-long-enough-sebastian-barry
life-said-simone-st-james-is-stitched-together-from-series-mistakes-some-little-some-big-like-patches-on-clothes-we-wore-growin-up-you-know-suzanne-palmieri
she-washed-he-hands-then-looked-at-my-side-you-havent-even-had-it-stitched-she-said-incredulously-ive-been-rather-busy-i-said-with-running-like-hell-hiding-all-night-patrick-roth
my-handstitched-wings-itch-to-take-flight-to-test-winds-change-that-inevitably-blow-at-end-cycle-bg-bowers
time-does-not-heal-it-makes-halfstitched-scar-that-can-be-broken-again-you-feel-grief-as-total-as-in-its-first-hour-elizabeth-jennings-kay-redfield-jamison
saying-his-name-stabbed-my-heart-like-someone-had-ripped-through-my-carefully-stitched-up-world-exposed-infected-pulsing-red-tissue-that-i-thought-was-healing-colleen-houck
there-was-nothing-girlish-about-me-i-wore-clothes-hand-stitched-by-my-mother-i-had-only-one-ear-pierced-preferred-loose-shirts-trousers-i-think-i-was-imitating-my-father
no-one-could-say-stories-were-useless-for-as-tongue-clacked-five-forty-fingers-stitched-corn-was-grated-from-husk-pathwork-was-pieced-darning-was-done-from-the-storyteller-poems-
when-your-flaws-are-stitched-together-with-good-intentions-your-flaws-make-you-beautiful
my-mind-still-runs-too-fast-if-we-get-wrong-fabric-something-is-stitched-wrong-way-i-get-angry-flummoxed-that-i-start-spelling-my-words-just-to-william-ivey-long
not-even-handstitched-suit-could-hide-body-gone-ruinously-to-seed-i-was-tempted-to-offer-some-fashion-advice-but-i-didnt-think-hed-welcome-news-that-this-year-bellies-are-being-w
people-make-you-feel-like-bad-guy-for-asking-for-seven-quid-for-your-album-like-you-are-slapping-them-in-face-when-theyll-go-pay-two-grand-for-scarf-somebody-knitted-in-sweat-sho
beauty-was-deceptive-i-would-rather-wear-my-pain-my-ugliness-i-was-torn-stitched-i-was-strip-mine-they-would-just-have-to-look-i-hoped-i-made-them-janet-fitch
i-used-to-cross-stitch-because-my-mom-cross-stitched
lyou-can-get-yourself-cut-stitched-you-can-get-good-girdle-the-day-before-my-first-emmy-show-i-went-to-sears-bought-really-good-girdle-and-ive-worn-that-thing-to-every-single-awa
imagine-you-are-siri-keeton-you-wake-in-agony-resurrection-gasping-after-recordshattering-bout-sleep-apnea-spanning-one-hundred-forty-days-you-can-feel-your-blood-syrupy-with-dob
Little Red-Cap At childhood's end, the houses petered out into playing fields, the factory, allotments kept, like mistresses, by kneeling married men, the silent railway line, the hermit's caravan, till you came at last to the edge of the woods. It was there that I first clapped eyes on the wolf. He stood in a clearing, reading his verse out loud in his wolfy drawl, a paperback in his hairy paw, red wine staining his bearded jaw. What big ears he had! What big eyes he had! What teeth! In the interval, I made quite sure he spotted me, sweet sixteen, never been, babe, waif, and bought me a drink, my first. You might ask why. Here's why. Poetry. The wolf, I knew, would lead me deep into the woods, away from home, to a dark tangled thorny place lit by the eyes of owls. I crawled in his wake, my stockings ripped to shreds, scraps of red from my blazer snagged on twig and branch, murder clues. I lost both shoes but got there, wolf's lair, better beware. Lesson one that night, breath of the wolf in my ear, was the love poem. I clung till dawn to his thrashing fur, for what little girl doesn't dearly love a wolf? Then I slid from between his heavy matted paws and went in search of a living bird - white dove - which flew, straight, from my hands to his hope mouth. One bite, dead. How nice, breakfast in bed, he said, licking his chops. As soon as he slept, I crept to the back of the lair, where a whole wall was crimson, gold, aglow with books. Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head, warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood. But then I was young - and it took ten years in the woods to tell that a mushroom stoppers the mouth of a buried corpse, that birds are the uttered thought of trees, that a greying wolf howls the same old song at the moon, year in, year out, season after season, same rhyme, same reason. I took an axe to a willow to see how it wept. I took an axe to a salmon to see how it leapt. I took an axe to the wolf as he slept, one chop, scrotum to throat, and saw the glistening, virgin white of my grandmother's bones. I filled his old belly with stones. I stitched him up. Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone.

Carol Ann Duffy
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What was she thinking?' muttered Alexander, closing his eyes and imagining his Tania. 'She was determined. It was like some kind of a personal crusade with her, ' Ina said. 'She gave the doctor a liter of blood for you-' 'Where did she get it from?' 'Herself, of course.' Ina smiled. 'Lucky for you, Major, our Nurse Metanova is a universal donor.' Of course she is, thought Alexander, keeping his eyes tightly shut. Ina continued. 'The doctor told her she couldn't give any more, and she said a liter wasn't enough, and he said, 'Yes, but you don't have more to give, ' and she said, 'I'll make more, ' and he said, 'No, ' and she said, 'Yes, ' and in four hours, she gave him another half-liter of blood.' Alexander lay on his stomach and listened intently while Ina wrapped fresh gauze on his wound. He was barely breathing. 'The doctor told her, 'Tania, you're wasting your time. Look at his burn. It's going to get infected.' There wasn't enough penicillin to give to you, especially since your blood count was so low.' Alexander heard Ina chuckle in disbelief. 'So I'm making my rounds late that night, and who do I find next to your bed? Tatiana. She's sitting with a syringe in her arm, hooked up to a catheter, and I watch her, and I swear to God, you won't believe it when I tell you, Major, but I see that the catheter is attached to the entry drip in your IV.' Ina's eyes bulged. 'I watch her draining blood from the radial artery in her arm into your IV. I ran in and said, 'Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind? You're siphoning blood from yourself into him?' She said to me in her calm, I-won't-stand-for-any-argument voice, 'Ina, if I don't, he will die.' I yelled at her. I said, 'There are thirty soldiers in the critical wing who need sutures and bandages and their wounds cleaned. Why don't you take care of them and let God take care of the dead?' And she said, 'He's not dead. He is still alive, and while he is alive, he is mine.' Can you believe it, Major? But that's what she said. 'Oh, for God's sake, ' I said to her. 'Fine, die yourself. I don't care.' But the next morning I went to complain to Dr. Sayers that she wasn't following procedure, told him what she had done, and he ran to yell at her.' Ina lowered her voice to a sibilant, incredulous whisper. 'We found her unconscious on the floor by your bed. She was in a dead faint, but you had taken a turn for the better. All your vital signs were up. And Tatiana got up from the floor, white as death itself, and said to the doctor coldly, 'Maybe now you can give him the penicillin he needs?' I could see the doctor was stunned. But he did. Gave you penicillin and more plasma and extra morphine. Then he operated on you, to get bits of the shell fragment out of you, and saved your kidney. And stitched you. And all that time she never left his side, or yours. He told her your bandages needed to be changed every three hours to help with drainage, to prevent infection. We had only two nurses in the terminal wing, me and her. I had to take care of all the other patients, while all she did was take care of you. For fifteen days and nights she unwrapped you and cleaned you and changed your dressings. Every three hours. She was a ghost by the end. But you made it. That's when we moved you to critical care. I said to her, 'Tania, this man ought to marry you for what you did for him, ' and she said, 'You think so?' ' Ina tutted again. Paused. 'Are you all right, Major? Why are you crying?

Paullina Simons
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