Unraveling Quotes

“Love is only for creative minds. It is permanent imagination at work, unraveling the wear and tear of killing habits. ("Crystallization under an umbrella")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us.”
― Marcel Proust, Time Regained

“A study in scarlet, eh? Why shouldn't we use a little art jargon? There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I

“He takes two steps back. Closer to the portal.

I can't stop myself. "Ben," I call. And I'm not even embarrassed about how helpless my voice sounds.

Don't go.

"I'll come back for you." He takes another step back. "I promise."

Stay.

"Janelle Tenner," he says. "I will always fucking love you." And then he takes one more step back. Into the portal.

And the blackness swallows him whole.”
― Elizabeth Norris, Unraveling

“Reaching out, I grab his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. And I move into his space until we're not even an inch from each other. Laying my forehead on his chest, I take a deep breath and feel his whole body relax, as if tension is rolling off his body in waves.

I was always the kid who loved the smell of gasoline.

His free hand comes up, and his fingers slip through my hair before his hand settles between my shoulder blades.

"Ben," I say into his shirt.

"Janelle," he whispers back, and I can feel his mouth against my hair. I can feel him smile.”
― Elizabeth Norris, Unraveling

“This is epic monument-style shit we're in.”
― Elizabeth Norris, Unbreakable

“Those deep set eyes that look like they could tell stories for days, and that wavy brown hair that feels soft between my fingers. I try to memorize the angles of his jaw and the lines of his lips, because I know.

I know this may be the last time I ever see him.

Breathe fills my lungs, my throat relaxes, and I can't help but smile. Because I can see what he's thinking as clearly as if he'd spoken.

He doesn't want to leave - he doesn't want to go home.

He's going to choose me instead.”
― Elizabeth Norris, Unraveling

“There is always a pleasure in unravelling a mystery, in catching at the gossamer clue which will guide to certainty.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Mary Barton

“And the way it felt?" I whisper, as if that might soften the blow of embarrassment I'm about to deal. "Is that how you were feeling - how you feel - about me?"

A breeze comes off the ocean, and my skin feels strangely empty and open as he gives an almost imperceptible nod.”
― Elizabeth Norris , Unraveling

“I'm flummoxed by this unraveling of time, I'm losing my grip on myself. I know that nothing awful will happen on the other side of the door. If anything, I'm about to have a perfectly forgettable day: a class to teach, a meeting with colleagues, maybe a movie. But I'm afraid of forgetting something crucial—my cell phone or my identity card, my health insurance or my keys. And I'm afraid of running into trouble.”
― Jhumpa Lahiri, Whereabouts

“Richard wanted to take me to all the town's secret places, the nooks only the locals knew about. Places where people meet to screw or smoke dope, where teens drink, or folks go to sit by themselves and decide where their lives had unraveled. Everyone has a moment where life goes off the rails.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“And what happens when all the threads of the tapestry have been traveled? Do you then go over them again and again in an attempt to relive the best parts? Because nothing will be like that first experience. Nothing.”
― Karen Lord, Unraveling

“I am unraveling the biological secrets of 5G cell phone radiation.”
― Steven Magee

“To converse is to risk the unraveling of the said and the unsaid.”
― Claudia Rankine, Just Us: An American Conversation

“He had smiled, but his eyes were full of sad knowledge. He had known that nothing would be the same for him again, that his stay in the hospital was not to be the brief interlude he had bracingly told her mother it would be. And he had not come home. And maybe I should not go home, she thought, her heart breaking with sorrow. And beneath the sorrow she felt vividly unsafe, as she did when she saw that the plot of a novel would finally resolve itself, and how this might be brought about.”
― Anita Brookner, Hotel du Lac