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“It turns out that knitting isn't about the yarn or the softness or needing a hat (although we really can't argue with these secondary motivators). It's really about this: Knitting is a magic trick. In this day and age, in a world where science and technology take more and more wonder and work out of our lives , and our planet is quickly becoming a place running out of magic, a knitter takes silly, useless string, mundane sticks, waves her hands around (many, many times...nobody said this was fast magic), and turns one thing into another: string into a hat, string into a sweater, string into a blanket for a baby. It really is a very reliable magic.”
― Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

“She was passionate about knitting because it allowed her to reach a state of peacefulness, and she loved to embroider because it let her express her creativity. Both activities were liberating. They allowed her to exist outside of time.”
― Laura Esquivel, Pierced by the Sun

“A funny thing happens when more than one knitter gathers in a public place. A solo knitter, presuming she is a woman, quickly fades into the backdrop like a potted palm or a quietly nursing mother. ... A single knitter is shorthand for "nothing to see here, move on."

But when knitters gather, we become incongruously conspicuous. We are a species that other people aren't used to seeing in flocks, like a cluster of Corgis, a dozen Elvis impersonators waiting for the elevator.”
― Clara Parkes, Knitlandia: A Knitter Sees the World

“The only thing that had saved her then was knitting. In prison she had become a compulsive knitter. Knitting allowed her to unite, to connect, to integrate. With every stitch she held on to dear life. Threads hold us together.”
― Laura Esquivel

“This is the crux of being a Creative Mother. It is more than how many jumpers you have knitted, or having an exhibition in a fancy gallery, or a bookshelf of your own books. It is about the act of living authentically whilst honoring your mother self and creative self. About saying yes to life, every part of your life, and finding how to weave them all together.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Rainbow Way, The

“Observe her when she has some knitting, or some other woman's work in hand, and sits the image of peace, calmly intent on her needles and her silk, some discussion meantime going on around her, in the course of which peculiarities of character are being developed, or important interests canvassed; she takes no part in int; her humble, feminine mind is wholl with her knitting; none of her features move; she neither presumes to smile approval, nor frown disapprobation; her little hands assiduously ply their unpretending task; if she can only get this purse finished, or this bonnet-grec completed, it is enough for her.”
― Charlotte Brontë, The Professor

“I want to knit socks for the soldiers."
"It's not as easy as that," she said, looking at me strangely. "It's difficult to turn a good heel. There are competitions over it.”
― Sara Gruen, At the Water's Edge

“Some people meditated. Some people ran laps around a track. When I was tense, I turned yarn into socks. Lots of socks. More socks than any sane woman with the standard-issue pair of feet could possibly use in a lifetime.”
― Barbara Bretton, Spun By Sorcery

“I pick up my knitting and wind the yarn around my fingers so I can finish the row. The needles whisper softly as they slide against each other, as if telling secrets.”
― Lynn Austin, Waves of Mercy

“And then there's this." He held up a shirt. "It'll protect you."

Carrot fingered it carefully. It was made from the wool of Ramtop sheep, which had all the warmth and softness of hog bristles. It was one of the legendary woolly dwarf vests, the kind of vest that needs hinges.”
― Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

“I am a knitting fool. It's a quiet pastime, and a productive one. It enables one to join in the conversation or switch one's brain off, according to the interest or the excruciating dullness of what is being discussed. And the product does keep people warm and comfortable.”
― Elizabeth Zimmermann, Elizabeth Zimmermann's Knitting Workshop

“Knitting, he thought, was a comfort to the soul. It was regular. It was repetitious. And, in the end, it amounted to something.”
― Jan Karon, At Home in Mitford

“It turns out that I will buy any yarn, even yarn I will never use, if the store discounts it by more than 50%. Do not be tricked, not all yarn is meant to be yours. No matter how good a deal it is.”
― Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, At Knit's End

“A spinning stash is much more complex than a knitting stash. It is like the first mother goddess. Everything comes from it, and nothing happens without it. You can't have yarn without the fiber.

(From the essay 'Spinning Stash')”
― Jillian Moreno

“If a person knits as you speak of the past, you can become mesmerized. As the yarn unwinds from its skein your memories naturally unfold to their full length.”
― Kathleen Winter, Lost in September

“I think the difficulty with people who can't follow printed directions for knitting or anything else is that they try to understand them. They read the whole thing through and it doesn't make sense to them, so they start with a defeatist attitude.”
― Louise Dickinson Rich, We Took to the Woods

“Knitting has a profound connective power. The culture and people and rituals around it, the values, they all contribute to an immediate and profound trust in one another. It's home. You belong and are accepted, which rings true no matter where you are.”
― Clara Parkes, Knitlandia: A Knitter Sees the World

“A big stash allows me to have a fluid sense of creativity - a looseness that is very much like playing. It opens me up, unlocks things. The creative bit takes all the other pieces - the possibility, the abundance, the connections, and the actual work of making yarn - bundles them, and explodes like a glitter bomb. It gets everywhere, it makes me smile, and a I can't escape it.

My stash is the spark. Even if I haven't spun for days or weeks, even when I'm feeling dull-witted or anti-craft, I still spend time with my stash. It pulls on doors that have been locked, slides under the crack and clicks them open from the inside. After an hour tossing my fibers around, I am revitalized for making yarn, yes, but for things well beyond that, too. My sash fees like an extension of me that I sometimes forget about: the part that plays, that connects things that don't seem to go, that experiments and makes things.”
― Clara Parkes, A Stash of One's Own: Knitters on Loving, Living with, and Letting Go of Yarn

“It was discouraging how quickly the beginnings of a sweater turned into a loose pile of yarn.”
― Patricia Briggs, Dead Heat

“Sacred actions: gratitude, praying, dancing, hugging, singing, writing, painting, drawing, gardening, jogging, reading, knitting and many more!”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“I'm a good knitter, and I'm proud of it. I see no point in being modest about things you know you do well. It doesn't indicate humility so much as hypocrisy or lack of perception.”
― Louise Dickinson Rich, We Took to the Woods

“   'What are you making?' he'd asked her one time out of curiosity that could no longer be borne in silence.
   'You'll see,' she replied mysteriously.
   He consulted his father. 'Pa, what's she making?'
   'Mind your own business.'
   'I was only asking.'
   'Don't ask personal questions.'
   'Rose, what's she knitting?' he asked his sister.
   'Wool,' Belle answered.
   'Belle, I know that. But what's she doing with it?'
   'Knitting,' said Esther.   ”
― Joseph Heller, Good As Gold

“I'm reasonably sure that Calvin Klein does not knit.”
― Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, At Knit's End

“Next door was a vegetarian café and deli, and next to that was the Wooly Bear yarn shop. Its logo was a caterpillar in shades of yellow, green, and scarlet. Maggie went in.
The shop was warm and bright, with one entire wall given over to cubbyholes filled with yarns of every hue in many weights and fibers. The opposite wall held small skeins and spools of thread on pegs for embroidery and quilting. There were racks of pattern books and magazines, and in the back a mini classroom was set up with a small maple table and folding chairs, now accommodating a group of eight-year-olds wielding fat knitting needles and balls of oversize wool. A girl of about sixteen wearing a Rye Manor sweatshirt was helping a little boy to cast on stitches.”
― Beth Gutcheon, The Affliction

“Maybe knitting is like writing a story-- an act of discovery. But that seems unlikely, given the very precise directions.”
― Ann Hood, Knitting Yarns: Writers on Knitting

“One evening, when the household had all retired to bed, the staff gathered by the raging servants'-hall fire. Mr. Hamilton and Mrs. Townsend formed bookends on either side, while Nancy, Katie and I huddled between on dining chairs, squinting in the flickering firelight at the scarves we were dutifully knitting. A cold wind lashed against the windowpanes, and insurgent draughts set Mrs. Townsend's jars of dry goods to quivering on the kitchen shelf.”
― Kate Morton, The House at Riverton

“This was the time when Mother usually did her knitting. With ten children in the family, she didn't have time to knit more than one pair of mittens a year for each of them, so she gave the mittens to them at Christmas. The children never asked who the mittens were for, even though they watched each one grow. Some had stripes of bright color and some had little patterns, and of course some were big and some were small.”
― Lee Kingman, The Best Christmas

“Les pauvres de Thèbes auront froid, cet hiver, Créon. En apprenant la mort de son fils, la reine a posé ses aiguilles, sagement, après avoir terminé son rang, posément, comme tout ce qu'elle fait, un peu plus tranquillement peut-être que d'habitude. Et puis elle est passée dans sa chambre, sa chambre à l'odeur de lavande, aux petits napperons brodés et aux cadres de peluche, pour s'y couper la gorge, Créon. Elle est étendue maintenant sur un des petits lits jumeaux démodés, à la même place où tu l'as vue jeune fille un soir, et avec le même sourire, à peine un peu plus triste. Et s'il n'y avait pas cette large tache rouge sur les linges autour de son cou, on pourrait croire qu'elle dort.”
― Anouilh, Jean

“Knitting is the perfect metaphor for life. You might spend months knitting something, but you could probably unravel the whole thing in less than an hour.”
― Gabbo De La Parra

“But as her body moves, all the yarn in the room suddenly gains tension. There's a swift swishing sound as the lines pull taut. She feels everything in the room move at once, from the big ropey lines supporting her weight, down to the tiny interlocking stitches pressed against her skin.

"She rests in mid-air, suspended above her bed by the network of yarn slicing around the room. It holds her, and at the same time it caresses her. She feels its touch through the stitches on her arms, her legs, her stomach. It feels as if her weight is held in its giant hand, and it contemplates her like Yorick's skull. Hundreds of strings and lines of yarn, ranging from individual strands up to thick knitted cables now move on her. She is wrapped by long meaty loops that move around her legs, and her arms, and her neck; and thin little strings that slip between her fingers. A loop circles her hair and pulls it gently into a
pony tail, and it lifts to supports her head.

"She hangs quietly and meditatively for a while, feeling the caress of the yarn, gently tightening and loosening, and sliding over her body. It feels along her body. And as it feels her, she feels it. She can feel its affection through the way the yarn touches her. The caresses slide up and down her arms, her legs, between her fingers, and around her neck.

"She can feel all the different textures of the different yarns. The scratchy itch of cheap wool, and the smooth toughness of nylon and polyester strings. In places there's even some slick and soft rayon and silk. And she's sure she can tell just by the touch of it, that her foot has been wrapped in a small scarf she made of an extremely fine cashmere.

"But the thing doesn't just want to hold her.”
― A. Andiron, Binding Off: When a passion for knitting becomes passionate knitting