Gauze Fabric Quotes & Sayings

The grandeur of the acts of men are measured by the inspiration from which they spring. — Louis Pasteur

I'm not in the big leagues just because I'm cute. — Pedro Martinez

Will you do it later or will you do it now? — Cheryl Strayed

But, come on, even the waiting list for that new Prada bag was only a year. No school can be more exclusive than a limited-edition Prada bag, surely? — Sophie Kinsella

Why would a white caribou come down to Beaver River, where the woodland herd lives? Why would she leave the Arctic tundra, where the light blazes incandescent, to haunt these shadows? Why would any caribou leave her herd to walk, solitary, thousands of miles? The herd is comfort. The herd is a fabric you can't cut or tear, passing over the land. If you could see the herd from the sky, if you were a falcon or a king eider, it would appear like softly floating gauze over the face of the snow, no more substantial than a cloud. "We are soft," the herd whispers. "We have no top teeth. We do not tear flesh. We do not tear at any part of life. We are gentleness itself. Why would any of us break from the herd? Break, apart, separate, these are hard words. The only reason any of us would become one, and not part of the herd, is if she were lost. — Kathleen Winter

This is how we celebrate the Day of the Dead in America: by turning up our collars against the scent of earthworms calling us home. — Barbara Kingsolver

I'm more concerned with getting them to find and strengthen their original voice as writers rather than imposing my own subjective tastes, judgements or sensibility on the project. — Douglas Wood

She had wrapped her marble-like body in a huge fur, and rolled herself up trembling like a cat. — Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch

Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road. — Dag Hammarskjold

And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No — Ernest Hemingway,

Write our own story; don't let anyone else hold the pen. — L.M. Nelson