spinning Quotes

“I’ve nobody to spin for just at present. I never spin without knowing for whom I am spinning.”

“I was a loosened, a top whirling around and around, and I didn’t know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night, and there was nothing that could slow me down.”

Morpurgo here spins a yarn which gently captures the adventurous elements one would expect from a desert-island tale, but the real strength lies in the poignant and subtle observations of friendship, trust and, ultimately, humanity.

“He gripped it and the sky began to spin; and Pidge knew that if he didn’t put it right, the country would somehow obey the signpost and twist around and that, even though he was directly headed for Shancreg and home, he would end up in Kyledove.”

“He packed a shawl his wife wove on a loom from yarn spun at the spinning wheel from sheep sheared in April.”

“and in April they sheared the sheep, spun yarn and wove and knitted”

“He was falling upwards. The earth was snatched away beneath him, and he was screaming. Screaming and falling into the endless black of the night sky. Around him, the stars began to spin, then run together. Then they too disappeared and there was nothing but the darkness.”

“There was an Old Man of the West, Who never could get any rest; So they set him to spin on his nose and his chin, Which cured that Old Man of the West.”

“If your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to my palace to-morrow, and I’ll put her to the test.”

“Then a moment’s pause, while both sides look up at the spinning ball. There is flies, straight between the two posts, some five feet above the cross-bar, an unquestioned goal; and a shout of real, genuine joy rings out from the School-house players-up, and faint echo of it comes over the close from the goal-keepers under the Doctor’s wall. A goal in the first hour - such a thing hasn’t been done in the School-house match these five years.”

“I’m up. Spinning. Scanning. Scared. They found us is the only thing I can think of. My stomach is a flimsy crepe, my heart a raging woodpecker, my blood a river of anxiety.”