Sharon Needles Quotes

So you carry needle and thread about in your pockets, do you?” Sophia asked. “My tailor insists.

Being booed off stage is just an applause from ghosts!

Elisandra read while I tried my hand at embroidering a pillowcase that she lent me. The results were execrable. I had no skill with a needle, and no desire to learn, either. "I wouldn't shame a dog by laying this upon his bed," I remarked, showing Elisandra my efforts. She actually smiled. "I like it," she said. "I'll put it on one of my pillows." "Bryan won't let you sleep in the same bed with him if you bring this as your dowry," I said with an attempt at humor. She bent her head back over her book. "Then stitch me another.

unshackled by the ferocious cleavings of menopause, I was able to smash through a lifetime habit of insisting on piecing together what was terminally broken. I allowed the process of Nigredo to occur. I faced my dead parts, and let them burn away. The truth is, by the time we reach menopause, we’ve all lived with too much loss; we’ve all been broken open. We’ve accumulated too much pain. Menopause is the time to transform it. To stop trying to stitch ourselves back together again into the same old pattern. To put away that darning needle, blunted by our persistent and insistent repair work. To step into the crucible, and let it do its work. We can’t mend everything. We can’t. And, sometimes, we simply shouldn’t.

They had gathered at Eastcheap to wait. At this time of day, the marketplace ought to have been thronged with people looking for bargains, moving from stall to stall, examining the fresh fish, choosing the plumpest hens, buying candles and pepper and needles. The stalls were open, but the fishmongers and cordwainers and butchers were doing no business, despite the growing crowd. The sun was hot, flies were thick, and the odors pungent; no one complained, though. They talked and gossiped among themselves, strangers soon becoming friends, for the normally fractious and outspoken Londoners had forgotten their differences, at least for a day, united in a common purpose and determined to revel in their triumph, for they were pragmatic enough to understand this might be their only one. Now they joked and swapped rumors and waited with uncommon patience, and at last they heard a cry, swiftly picked up and echoed across the marketplace: “She is coming!