Stitches Quotes

“In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.”
― Janet Fitch

“ It is a peculiarity of knitters that they chronically underestimate the amount of time it takes to knit something. Birthday on Saturday? No problem. Socks are small. Never mind that the average sock knit out of sock-weight yarn contains about 17,000 stitches. Never mind that you need two of them. (That's 34,000 stitches, for anybody keeping track.)
Socks are only physically small. By stitch count, they are immense.”
― Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, At Knit's End: Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much

“You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.”
― Jessica Sorensen, The Coincidence of Callie & Kayden

“And now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches.”
― Shawn Mendes, Shawn Mendes - Handwritten - Piano, Vocal and Guitar Chords

“But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out.”
― Paolo Bacigalupi, The Drowned Cities

“I wanted to hold you until you weren't falling apart anymore, and I wanted to be the stitches that helped you heal, but I knew that I'd just infect your wounds further, so I couldn't stay.”
― K. Weikel, Replay: Lifeline

“I feel the stitches holding me together as though I am a rag doll with stuffing trying to leak out.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“الحب غرفة عمليات.. فيه المبضع، وفيه القُطب”
― عبادة زياد الحمدان, سراج - عشيقة من سحر

“I'm sorry for breaking down when I should've been stitching myself back up”
― Real Friends

“Love is an operation theatre, where you find the scalpel and the stitches”
― عبادة زياد الحمدان, سراج - عشيقة من سحر

“Your words cut deeper than a knife.”
― Shawn Mendes, Shawn Mendes - Handwritten - Piano, Vocal and Guitar Chords

“There was a dress we always kept in the family---a little girl's dress that once belonged to my great-grandmother. Ashley." Millie hesitated, as though to emphasize the name. "Ashley was just a child when she was sold, and her mother sewed the dress and embroidered a rose like that one on it."
"Kind of reminds me of the color of that huge rosebush at Eliza's old estate in Charleston," Sullivan said, and Peter agreed. "I mean, I know it's comparing a real bush to an embroidered one... but isn't it strange. Eliza would have a bush with that color rose in her yards both here and in Charleston, and a collection of needlework displays with it in her attic?"
Alice shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Roses are very popular flowers and were especially popular during that time period. It certainly could mean something, but I'm more interested in the sequence of the flowers this person chose to embroider and the connection Millie mentioned to that dress." Alice leaned closer.
"Millie, are you sure the stitching is the same?" As a renowned seamstress, Millie's eye could be trusted.
Millie nodded emphatically. "I have no doubt about it," she said. "The gentle curve of the petals. Shows remarkable craftsmanship. I remember admiring it when I was a little girl myself. It's one of the first memories I have of falling in love with textiles.”
― Ashley Clark, Where the Last Rose Blooms