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“I only know what it is that's wrong with him; not why it is."
And what is it?" asked Lucy fearfully, expecting some harrowing tale.
The old trouble; things won't fit."
What things?"
The things of the universe. It's quite true. They don't."
Oh Mr. Emerson, whatever do you mean?"
In his ordinary voice, so that she scarcely realized he was quoting poetry, he said:

"'From far, from eve and morning,
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I."

George and I both know this, but why does it distress him? We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all of life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. I don't believe in this world of sorrow.”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

“Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.”
― Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark

“Just a single cord is enough to be tangled”
― Munia Khan

“As I lay in bed trying to figure out the tangle I had gotten myself into, I realised temptation struck human beings in different forms. In the form of chocolates for children, drugs for young adults, bribe money for people in influential positions, and sometimes in the form of lust 鈥搇ike the kind I had been struck with. Human beings succumbed to this temptation despite knowing too well that they would suffer the consequences days, weeks, months or even years later.”
― Jagdish Joghee, In Love and Free: The tale of a woman caught between two men鈥�

“Damn, she was getting so tangled up by guilt and desire. ~Nikki in Texas Tangle”
― Leah Braemel

“The road had detours, stop signs, missed turns, hills and valleys, deep, deep tangled forests, ruts and potholes, icy patches, and spin-outs along the way.”
― Jazz Feylynn

“There are ribbons that ensnare, it
seems, though I cannot feel these
restraints: a tangle of shared
understandings, expectations, values,
and obligations that demarcate sentient
boundaries and frame the articulation
of essence. Yet, there is also something rather arbitrary and inadequate about
these ribbons and their juxtaposition.”
― Ashim Shanker, trenches parallax leapfrog