Crafters Quotes

Harper to your word be true Holder, crafter you also hew To honesty, integrity, and respect All others without regard to intellect

I let my kids make decisions for themselves, but some things are not up for discussion. When it's cold, they wear a coat.

I could see that the almost mystical aura of this legendary surgeon -- the single-mindedness, the dedication, the skill -- was mere surface. The surgical persona was something he had crafter to protect himself. But what he had created was a prison. Anytime he strayed from the professional to the personal, he knew what to expect: pain.

Excuse me?” I asked. I always say “excuse me” even though I heard perfectly well what the person said. I feel that by saying “excuse me,” I’m giving them a chance to realize they’re being an asshole, and they can change their attitude for the second attempt.

God never grows two people the same way. God is a hand-crafter, not a mass-producer.

People who tell me not to swear so much. Oh, fuck you, too.

Cheerleading was not a hit: “What am I doing here, Mommy? I’m freezing cold and I’m cheering for a bunch of boys to win a game! Who cheers for me?” (Exactly, Adolpha. Exactly.)

As Julie Sondra Decker, author of The Invisible Orientation: An Introduction to Asexuality, tells me, “We’re whole people who just lack that ‘driving force’ and it’s understandable in the same way that it’s understandable that someone doesn’t have ‘crafts’ as their driving force.” (Or in the way that people don’t have “not wearing sock-monkey hats” as their driving force.) “I’m not a ‘non-crafter’; I’m only asexual because there’s a word for it and because people have an objection to me not wanting to have sex. If they didn’t, my life would not have involved very much of talking about it,” she says.

I’m the only one who leaves the house in my pajamas because I can’t get my shit together, nor do I give a shit that I can’t get my shit together.

I love my husband dearly, but there are days I wouldn’t be opposed to burying his bludgeoned body in the backyard.

After that, the sky rained down a storm of fists. Then the tornado of kicks came in. All in all, Wick wasn't in love with the change in weather.

Job crafters are those who do what’s expected (because it’s required) and then find a way to add something new to their work. Something that delights. Something that benefits both the giver and the receiver.

To their loved ones, helpless passengers along for the ride on the crafter’s crafting journey, these endearing little foibles were to be expected, and even embraced. You simply grew, or evolved, if you will, to recognise when it was permitted, recommended, or even safe to interrupt them whilst they were busting themselves crafting — the same sort of cautious approach adopted by, say, a zookeeper entering the big cats’ enclosure.

One of these days I’m going to be surrounded by so many young gifted athletes. There must be something in the water, because everyone’s kid is a prodigy of some kind, except for mine. Gomer is a bit of a lumberer on the soccer field, and when Adolpha practices her ballet, she has the grace of a baby giraffe. They’re so like their mother. I couldn’t be prouder of my little underachievers.

Humility is the greatest shaper of souls and crafter of character, for it wipes away all the grandiose things that we spend so much of our lives pretending to be, so that we can spend all of our lives being the exceptional person that we were actually created to be.

He invested heavily in a company that bought perishable foods and shipped them in the latest refrigerated cars to far-off cities. It was a fine, forward-looking business. But the Pullman strike halted all train traffic through Chicago, and the perishable foods rotted in their train-cars. He was ruined. He was still young, however, and still Bloom. He used his remaining funds to buy two expensive suits, on the theory that whatever he did next, he had to look convincing. “But one thing was quite clear…” he wrote. “[B]eing broke didn’t disturb me in the least. I had started with nothing, and if I now found myself with nothing, I was at least even. Actually, I was much better than even: I had had a wonderful time.” Bloom went on to become a congressman and one of the crafters of the charter that founded the United Nations.

But one thing was quite clear…” he wrote. “[B]eing broke didn’t disturb me in the least. I had started with nothing, and if I now found myself with nothing, I was at least even. Actually, I was much better than even: I had had a wonderful time.” Bloom went on to become a congressman and one of the crafters of the charter that founded the United Nations.

She had a sexy athletic build, short brown hair, and a cute button nose.

Yep. I heard once from my old friend Ankoro Mocchi Mochi how her dog’s piddle parties always caused her trouble. I suppose it just happens sometimes, when emotions are running high.

I've gotta go now. Laura has this stupid thing she wants me to go to. There was a feminine yell in the background. This supremely wonderful and life changing thing she wants me to go to.

Sometimes we have to reach a little farther than we can, be a little stronger than we are, and do things that we normally wouldn’t be able to, because we must, to take care of those we love,

Besides shopping at garage sales, I love hosting garage sales. Every year my mom and I dig through our houses and find a bunch of crap (I mean really terrific stuff) to sell so we can earn some money so we can go back out and buy some more crap (I mean really terrific stuff) that we’ll use for a bit and then turn around and garage-sale in a couple of years. It’s the circle of life suburban style.

No mother in my community has a more widely recognized hobby than bitching about her child’s school. I’ve come to realize that for many, school is a real drag. It gets in the way of raising a professional athlete.

Sol Bloom, chief of the Midway, emerged from the fair a rich young man. He invested heavily in a company that bought perishable foods and shipped them in the latest refrigerated cars to far-off cities. It was a fine, forward-looking business. But the Pullman strike halted all train traffic through Chicago, and the perishable foods rotted in their traincars. He was ruined. He was still young, however, and still Bloom. He used his remaining funds to buy two expensive suits, on the theory that whatever he did next, he had to look convincing. “But one thing was quite clear. . . .” he wrote. “[B]eing broke didn’t disturb me in the least. I had started with nothing, and if I now found myself with nothing, I was at least even. Actually, I was much better than even: I had had a wonderful time.” Bloom went on to become a congressman and one of the crafters of the charter that founded the United Nations.

I can’t believe … this is what you guys … are serving.” “Well, you don’t have to eat it,” I replied. “What are our choices, though? My kids are starving and they need food. This barely qualifies. This is just processed garbage on a stick.” I couldn’t argue with that statement, but did she see me eating it? No way. However, no one who comes to a school carnival expects to eat kale. What else would you eat at a carnival if not crap on a stick?

When I told her I was surprised she knew it was International Clover Day, she informed me that every day should be a holiday. She told me there is an international holiday of some kind almost every day that you can celebrate. (She’s absolutely right! I just looked, and today is the day the French celebrate the anniversary of the execution of Marie Antoinette. Maybe I should make hot dogs for dinner tonight and design a tiny razor-sharp guillotine to cut them into bite-sized pieces.)

their projects with other crafters – talking about and sharing projects is an amazing way to learn new techniques and garner feedback. So what are you waiting for?

Since the popularity of both knitting and crocheting exploded in the 2000s, materials and patterns have never been so accessible and so varied. A search for crochet hat patterns on the knitting and crocheting website Ravelry, for example, returns over 17,000 results as of 2014. Crochet hooks have been raised to artistic pieces in their own right; Furls, a leading luxury hook manufacturer, offers hand-carved, ergonomically designed hooks that not only promise smooth, even stitches but also come with a ‘hand health’ guarantee. New crocheters needn’t be overwhelmed, though; simple materials available at most big-box craft stores are fine for the purposes of starting out and learning. Most fiber crafters learn which materials they prefer over time as they try more new types of hooks, yarns, and patterns, so choosing materials, much like

For being able to use language was a critical skill that could carry one far. One could use it professionally, as a crafter of everything from political speeches to modern novels. One could use it personally, as a tool of discovery or a means of staying connected to others. One could use it as an outlet that would feed the artistic spirit of the creator, which existed in everyone.

Four states account for one-third of all U.S. breweries — California, Washington, Colorado and Oregon, according to the Beer Institute, the beer crafters’ Washington, D.C.-based lobbying group.

You do have to try, learn, and improve. You do have to put yourself out there and risk failure. But in this new world, you don’t have to go bankrupt if you fail because you can fail small. You can innovate as a hobby. Imagine that: a nation of innovation hobbyists working to make their lives more meaningful and the world a better place. Welcome to the maker revolution.

But the rules for success in the twenty-first century are emerging, and they are radically different from the rules in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. You can make art, you can create, and you can sell those creations—or at least make them well enough that you or your loved ones would be thrilled to own the things you have made, be they chairs, desks, plates, cups, clothing, lamps, computer accessories, or whatever. If you are willing to climb the knowledge ladder needed, maybe you, too, could become the next Elon Musk, Jack Dorsey, Jim McKelvey, or even Jazz Tigan. Here is the thing: You must learn to learn. We must learn to learn. We must develop our skills at creating, developing, and nurturing things and services that others value. The age of being a cog in a big machine and marching one’s way to a defined benefit plan retirement is over. In its place is a global talent pool with access to the same tools, knowledge, and equipment as everyone else and with competition coming from every angle inside and outside of the industry. Nokia and Motorola owned the cell phone industry top to bottom, and then BlackBerry came in to mess it up. But BlackBerry was just a harbinger of the change coming. Apple, at the time just a computer company, assaulted the cell phone cartel and won. It won big. And then Google—how crazy that is in retrospect—jumped in and changed it all up again. Now Samsung is making a good run at both of them.

A crafter's vision never completely survives the journey from mind to reality.

ow many of the Enderman can you actually destroy?

kind of nice,

The Crafter of Reverberating Voices Has omitted from his masterpiece, Unforged, the missing strain. And in its absence, unheard silence seeps Between the notes of life's habitual song.

The hallmark of originality is rejecting the default and exploring whether a better option exists. I’ve spent more than a decade studying this, and it turns out to be far less difficult than I expected. The starting point is curiosity: pondering why the default exists in the first place. We’re driven to question defaults when we experience vuja de, the opposite of déjà vu. Déjà vu occurs when we encounter something new, but it feels as if we’ve seen it before. Vuja de is the reverse—we face something familiar, but we see it with a fresh perspective that enables us to gain new insights into old problems. Without a vuja de event, Warby Parker wouldn’t have existed. When the founders were sitting in the computer lab on the night they conjured up the company, they had spent a combined sixty years wearing glasses. The product had always been unreasonably expensive. But until that moment, they had taken the status quo for granted, never questioning the default price. “The thought had never crossed my mind,” cofounder Dave Gilboa says. “I had always considered them a medical purchase. I naturally assumed that if a doctor was selling it to me, there was some justification for the price.” Having recently waited in line at the Apple Store to buy an iPhone, he found himself comparing the two products. Glasses had been a staple of human life for nearly a thousand years, and they’d hardly changed since his grandfather wore them. For the first time, Dave wondered why glasses had such a hefty price tag. Why did such a fundamentally simple product cost more than a complex smartphone? Anyone could have asked those questions and arrived at the same answer that the Warby Parker squad did. Once they became curious about why the price was so steep, they began doing some research on the eyewear industry. That’s when they learned that it was dominated by Luxottica, a European company that had raked in over $7 billion the previous year. “Understanding that the same company owned LensCrafters and Pearle Vision, Ray-Ban and Oakley, and the licenses for Chanel and Prada prescription frames and sunglasses—all of a sudden, it made sense to me why glasses were so expensive,” Dave says. “Nothing in the cost of goods justified the price.” Taking advantage of its monopoly status, Luxottica was charging twenty times the cost. The default wasn’t inherently legitimate; it was a choice made by a group of people at a given company. And this meant that another group of people could make an alternative choice. “We could do things differently,” Dave suddenly understood. “It was a realization that we could control our own destiny, that we could control our own prices.” When we become curious about the dissatisfying defaults in our world, we begin to recognize that most of them have social origins: Rules and systems were created by people. And that awareness gives us the courage to contemplate how we can change them. Before women gained the right to vote in America, many “had never before considered their degraded status as anything but natural,” historian Jean Baker observes. As the suffrage movement gained momentum, “a growing number of women were beginning to see that custom, religious precept, and law were in fact man-made and therefore reversible.

So Crafter, if Digger is now the new Crafter of the village, what are you?” Gameknight asked.

Seriously?!? I have so many nicknames. The next thing a noob will be calling me is Samuel Bubson. “ATTACK SAMUEL BUBSON!!” Can they read my mind? I would prefer being called Sammy Bub than being called Samuel Bubson, um, Whatever

Jeneral Chubson Chubby and proud

Um,” Dandy said nervously, “mah wooding sword bwoke.” Mandy glared at Dandy. “RAH! WOOD IS SO HARD TO GET! IT IS DA RAREST BLOCK IN THE HISTOWY OF BLOCKS!

Remember how I said Dandy was the ugliest guy? That’s not true. This guy is definitely uglier I mean, just look at him! How could you not agree with me? Isaac let out a slight gasp. “Wabester!

My so-called 'best friend'. ​“Hiiiiiii, Alex,” he said in his 'please don't hate me' voice.

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Before you honor me, make much of the one who made me, for he is a writer without equal, not in that he doesn’t rewrite but crafts characters that write their own lives.

...[T]here was a new detective in town. From Minnesota. Sammy hoped for his sake he wasn’t a Vikings fan. If so, he’d certainly be in trouble, as the whole town bled green and gold. Green Bay Packers fans practiced their own religion in Wisconsin.

Greek or Roman temple.

A person who hates a Jew, will hate a black, will hate a Moslem, will hate a Mexican, will hate an Asian, will hate a….whatever. People who hate, hate. It’s not about the object of the hatred. It’s about justifying an unjustifiable attitude.

creepers

and even some kind of Ritualist class that seemed really overpowered.

She’s gone,” I say over and over. And with her went the dreams that made my life worth the living. Yet, God is the crafter of new dreams that render old dreams so small that the pain of them is swallowed up in the promise of tomorrow.

Yes,” Crafter said, his voice solemn. “There was once a zombie king by that name, Xa-Tul. He led the zombies in the first great zombie invasion.

Gameknight999,

got them killed . . . Every fiber in his soul screamed at him: FAILURE! He had to do something fast to defeat Herobrine and his army of monsters, but everything he’d tried hadn’t worked. Gameknight was so frustrated, he could hardly think. “I hate this responsibility. How can I do this?” he said to the dark minecart tunnel. “I’m so afraid to fail that I’m now afraid to try.” The images of villagers turned to End Stone played through his mind. Nothing he tried seemed to stop the flow of monsters and End Stone. First, it had just been the endermen, and then the zombies, and now skeletons. Where will it end? He knew the answer to that question deep down in his soul: it would end at Crafter’s village. That would be the place where the NPCs of the Overworld had to stop Herobrine and his monster army.

​Scotty hurt his hand punching a tree. Who

Gameknight said he can show us how to fight them,” the aged leader replied.

Some long-ago crafter had labored over this box. Someone had owned it, or received it as a gift. Someone might have prettied themself up using the cosmetics within, some of which remained as a faint residue. Someone might have danced afterward, or written poems, or met a lover.

I’d decided I’d be Tank Girl for Comic-Con. The outfit would be a challenge, but I’d found an online tutorial for making armor out of PVP foam and Mod Podge. Mod Podge was basically magic in a bottle for crafters.

dancer?

Hey Rash, if you’re done, head over to us. I come bearing gifts! Rashlyn: Gifts? Neva: And whom might those be from, Mur? Technically our guild storage, Neva. Murmur laughed, imagining the pure indignation on Neva’s face. Neva: Well...that’s technically true I guess... Neva made most of it, but we have new crafters who helped too!

While healing, we learn the most effective method of conquering self-limitations, becoming bulletproof to hardships, choosing selectively wiser decisions, and polishing our inner skills directly. We all need this time of training as a step to becoming mindful crafters of meaningful creations.

It was a beautiful fall day at the soccer fields when I met Stacy for the first time. The game had just begun when she arrived carrying homemade pumpkin spice muffins with cream cheese frosting for everyone, photos of the jack-o’-lantern she had elaborately carved earlier that morning into the shape of a witch stirring a bubbling cauldron with the rising steam spelling out the word “Boo,” enough material and glue for each of the siblings not playing soccer to make adorable “easy no-sew” bat wings as a fun craft to fill their time, as well as little gift bags for every mother full of Halloween-themed wine charms and sleep masks that were embroidered with “Sleeping for a spell.” Besides her generous gifts, she also looked terrific. She was wearing the perfect fall outfit with just the right number of layers and textures and cool boots. Her hair was beautifully twisted into a loose braid casually thrown over one shoulder. While everyone sat in their lawn chair and screamed at their kid to “attack the ball,” Stacy ran up and down the sidelines taking (no doubt fabulous) photos of her son and overseeing the siblings’ craft bonanza. At this point I should also mention, in case you don’t feel bad enough about yourself, that Stacy has a full-time job outside the home. Like a really important one. I’m not sure what she does exactly, but from the thirty seconds that she slowed down long enough to talk to me, I learned that she works fifty hours a week or so and travels around the country every few days and then comes home and makes her kids pancakes in the shape of clovers for breakfast, because it’s International Clover Day or some shit like that.

this isis

this isis this how he contained Damon.?

Does that mean that, in some other universe, my life and experiences were fodder for some cheap web novel or something?

Artificer - One of four default frames for the Metalmen race. This frame focuses on crafting and can be upgraded to specialize in several ways. Including: built-in tools and schematics plus spell-infused parts, cores with temporary and permanent spell-like features, specialized armor, and weapons. Bonuses: +2 Int, +2 Cha, +25% Crafting Skills, -40% Combat Skill

Metalmen - One of the few artificially created races. They are young and have only existed for a few hundred years. These self-aware constructs are capable of improving themselves through crafting. Bonuses: +2 Int, -2 Cha, +25% Learning speed, Does not breathe, Does not eat, Does not sleep, Adaptable bodies. Not able to be healed with divine magic or potions

Architects, Chiropractors, Paladins, Priests, Fencers, Occultists, and even some kind of Ritualist class that seemed really overpowered.

That’s a pretty cheap trick, Nuts n’ Bolts, using a quirk of the dungeon like that.” He paused, then smiled widely. “I like it! You’re not concerned with being ‘fair’ or some crap. A win is a win, no matter how you get it. It’s a very goblin way to think.

once met a guard that took an arrow to the knee . . .” “Wait, I think I’ve heard this one. Did it end his adventuring career?

Compliments make you weak because they can trick you into thinking you've finished your journey when the heels of your boots aren't even worn down yet. Praise is a song to the ears but an enemy of improvement.

Not at all.  My family brought this over from England.  It is an original William Clement.  One of the first crafters of clocks such as this.  He did have an eye for detail, much like you inspector,” Drayton said with an equally sarcastic tone.

Try to avoid this by knowing your limits; if you fill yourself up to your full capacity, your Core will automatically convert this material to mana, leaving you without access to that material for use in expanding your Area of Influence.

Hmm…Righteous Anger…that’s not something you see every day in a Dungeon Core.  Or ever, for that matter. If you’re indeed telling the truth, you shouldn’t even be here.  The Creator only makes contracts with those that deserve to be imprisoned in a Core – like murderers and rapists.  Also, while female Dungeon Cores aren’t exactly unknown, they are few and far between.

Wow.  I’m actually surprised you aren’t insane; 252 years is a long time to be by yourself with only your thoughts to support you.

Because I’m the only Dungeon Fairy that has taught a Dungeon Core that had access to more than three elements.  Only once in our history has a Core had access to all of the basic elements of Air, Earth, Fire, and Water – and it almost destroyed an entire race.

In the fifth room, she created a Woodworking/Bowyer/Fletcher workshop, which contain a giant, low, flat table with a trap that contained three Steel saw blades connected to a central pole, which would aid in cutting wood planks and sheets for different projects.  There was also a small lathe on the extended pole end that would help shape the wood for poles and other cylindrical products.

I am not an 'Urk' Wizard! They are no more powerful than a party magician! I am a full Wizard! I command the power of the elements in my pinky toe!

The role of the senior leader was no longer that of controlling puppet master, but rather that of an empathetic crafter of culture.

When you believe in yourself, accept your weaknesses as things you can improve on, and acknowledge your strengths as things to be proud of, you can become a truer version of yourself. People might accept this truer self, or they might not, but if you truly believe in yourself, then it won’t matter.

I was not a key member of the staff. It was my job to take the articles the writers faxed over and type them into the computer system—it was 1996, email was still viewed as a curious phenomenon that might blow over. Also, I had to input the crossword puzzle by looking back and forth between the paper the puzzle-crafter sent me and my computer screen, trying to remember if it went black, black, white, black, or black, white, black, black. I was in a constant state of embittered self-righteousness at the office. How had I been mistaken for a charwoman? Mayita was similarly horrified by the tumble her status had taken: As a senior at Wesleyan just a few months before, she had been the next Sally Mann. Now she alphabetized negatives all day. (When we expressed subdued versions of our outrage to our elders, their responses invariably included the phrase “paying your dues.” It was not a phrase we cared for.)

The S'Klallam people were around long before European colonizers came to the coast. In our earliest told histories, we moved from village to village in our territory, keeping pace with the seasons. We hunted game and thrived from the fish and shellfish we harvested off of the coast. The crafters among us found strength in cedar. Strips of it were woven into baskets and hats, and the trees themselves were carved into canoes and masks. Cedar was chosen in part for its abundance but also for its connection with the spiritual world, and its longevity. The things made then were meant to stand the test of time.

I'll bet you already have many of the materials on hand to create these projects. How do I know? Well, I'm a crafter and I've got a bead stash, too. Doesn't everyone?

What’s this contraption?” “It’s for winding yarn.” Three deep creases formed on his forehead as he examined the hank of yarn on the swift. “It doesn’t automatically come in balls already?” I resumed winding as I explained. “Some yarn does. But luxury fibers tend to come in a hank like this, and they need to be wound before they can be used in a project. We offer complimentary winding in the store, but a lot of avid fiber crafters end up purchasing their own swift and winder for use at home.” “Why add the extra step? Why don’t yarn companies just sell them all in balls for convenience?” “To prevent wear and tear prior to sale, mostly. Winding puts strain on the yarn—particularly the finer, more delicate fibers like merino wool, alpaca, or cashmere. If it’s left to sit around in tight skeins for a long time, it can leave kinks and creases in the yarn or create tension problems that cause inconsistent gauge. It’s also easier to ship and store hanks. They take up less space and don’t roll away like skeins do.

Charli

Living is hard and judging is easy.

husband George’s murder, I’d come to realize that the world is a messy and unpredictable place.

life is all about? Taking chances? Giving time and love and attention to people, things, and situations that might not pan out? That’s the definition of hope, and without hope, life would be too bleak for me.

The rabbi says God gave man dominion over animals, but animals have dominion over our hearts. So, it all evens

Who’s ready to unlock her inner diva?” Joyce cried, waving a dildo around. “I am!” yelled Colleen. I moved her drink out of her reach. Her inner diva was hammered already.

deserves your best every day of your life.

You won’t really learn anything unless you try it. Even if it fails, I’ve still learned something,

I once knew a gnome who tried to put one bag of holding into another in an attempt to create an infinite bag of holding. He not only destroyed himself in a massive magical catastrophe, but also an entire block of the city.

Crafter was just stayin’ alive.” It did so in a manner against our precepts. That is the crucial distinction. (Unintelligible.) I discovered the Crafter some time ago and did not report it because I knew I could use it for higher purposes. That is the only moral reason to suffer such an aberrant mind. It wished to retain all its memories, personality, everything. That is not possible when an individual mind is subsumed into the mechmind. (Unintelligible.) A portion of the individual experience propagates, yes. A sense of selfness, yes. But not the whole. That would require storage space and complication without end.

can be as I see no sun setting or rising, so

I don’t want to lick chocolate dust off my husband’s chest, because that shit will get on the sheets and then that makes more laundry for me. I don’t want a giant green dildo, because that’s one more damn thing in my house that will need new batteries in a few weeks,

Someday will I have a mustache on my ’china, too?” She’d caught a glimpse of me in the shower that morning and was quite disturbed at the state of my “ ’china,” and wanted to know if there was a way to make hers look better.

In 1996 or so, I bought my first home computer. It was some sort of IBM product. If I was some weird computer nerd, I would be able to tell you all about the ROM and RAM this machine had. All I know is that it was black when every other model was off-white. When I was perusing models with the sales guy who was blathering on and on about what it could do, all I could think was how much better the black would look in my home office than the ugly off-white. I’m that kind of nerd.

On a quick jaunt to the library, I tried not to laugh and drive off the road when a very concerned and serious four-year-old Adolpha asked me, “Someday will I have a mustache on my ’china, too?

And why do you have a pager? Are you a drug dealer?