Explore a collection of the most beloved and motivational quotes and sayings about Cotton. Share these powerful messages with your loved ones on social media platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, or on your personal blog, and inspire the world with their wisdom. We've compiled the Top 100 Cotton Quotes and Sayings from 99 influential authors, including Andrea Gibson,Phil Gramm,Ransom Riggs,Benjamin Graham,Nilda Callanaupa Alvarez, for you to enjoy and share.

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village. By Andrea Gibson Sweater Knots Made Village Stomach

Half the world does not know the joys of wearing cotton underwear. By Phil Gramm Half Underwear World Joys Wearing

It's a scarf," said Horace. "Miss P was able to smuggle me a pair of needles, and I knitted it while I was in my cell. I reckon that making it kept me from going mad in there." I thanked him and unfolded it. The scarf was simple and gray with knotted tassels on the ends, but it was well made and even had my initials monogrammed in one corner. JP. By Ransom Riggs Horace Miss Scarf Needles Cell

Why should the cotton growers suffer if there is shortage of wheat? By Benjamin Graham Wheat Cotton Growers Suffer Shortage

I have learned that each and every piece of cloth embodies the spirit, skill, and personal history of an individual weaver. . . . It ties together with an endless thread the emotional life of my people. By Nilda Callanaupa Alvarez Skill Spirit Weaver Learned Piece

Silks, velvets, calicoes, and the whole lexicon of female fopperies. By Jonathan Swift Silks Velvets Calicoes Fopperies Lexicon

Ninety-five percent of our wool is going to China. By Jim Elliot China Ninetyfive Percent Wool

He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton. By William Makepeace Thackeray Hear Cotton Ears Stuff

What binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting, winds of change keep ripping away? By Jonathan Larson Shifting Raging Winds Binds Fabric

Pass by the synthetic yarn department, then, with your nose in the air. Should a clerk come out with the remark that All Young Mothers In This Day and Age (why can't they save their breath and say "now"?) insist on a yarn which can be machine-washed and machine-dried, come back at her with the reply that one day, you suppose, they will develop a baby that can be machine-washed and -dried. By Elizabeth Zimmermann Pass Department Air Yarn Machinewashed

I'm tired of sackcloth and By James Lee Burke Tired Sackcloth

Don't uncork what you can't contain By Suzanne Vega Uncork

More cotton will grow on a crooked row than a straight one. By Barbara Swell Cotton Grow Crooked Row Straight

Maybe I'll make a huge color tapestry from my belly button lint. By Al Yankovic Lint Make Huge Color Tapestry

The seamstressWith fingers weary and worn,And eyelids heavy and red, Long after the house sleeps, Still in her chair she sits.Her needle flickering, in-out,Daylight nears and the fire burns low,Alone with her shirt, still she sews.She, held prisoner by her thread,Her heads nods, but sleep forbids,Just one more seam or button two.Listen brothers, sons and husbands all, Call it not just cotton, linen or only wool, Count each stitch and say a prayer, For heart and soul that put them there. By Nancy B. Brewer Long Call Count Red Flickering

Painting is a lot harder than pickin' cotton. Cotton's right there for you to pull off the stalk, but to paint, you got to sweat your mind. By Clementine Hunter Cotton Painting Pickin Lot Harder

I'll be washed and ironed. I'll be washed and ironed and starched. By Sherwood Anderson Washed Ironed Starched

A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. By Neal Stephenson Door Forest Bullet Bounce Arachnofiber

Society is founded upon Cloth; By Thomas Carlyle Cloth Society Founded

Emotions unreel in her like spools of cotton. By Louise Erdrich Emotions Cotton Unreel Spools

Well, I'm a Texas boy, and we have denim in our blood. By Caleb Landry Jones Texas Boy Blood Denim

I'm wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face. By Tahereh Mafi Face Wearing Dead Cotton Limbs

The first time I saw my father-in-law's cotton, I though of the Original Sin, gardening being the root of the South's downfall. By Michael Lee West Sin Cotton Original South Gardening

You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out. By Martha Graham Indian Weaving Blanket Woman Leaves

Hands that picked cotton can now pick the mayor. By Charles Evers Hands Mayor Picked Cotton Pick

Paper money is made of cotton, and I'm long cotton, by the way. One reason I'm long cotton is because Dr. Bernanke is out there running the printing presses as fast as he can. By Jim Rogers Long Cotton Paper Money Made

Mouldy blanket? ALBUS By John Tiffany Albus Mouldy Blanket

When I was starting, there were wool mills in the U.S. that could make you anything. The U.S. used to produce the most beautiful cotton denim in the world. Now all that is gone. By Anna Sui Starting Wool Mills Make World

Unthinkable clothing By D.h. Lawrence Unthinkable Clothing

Fabrics doesn't make exquisite dresses, it is the stitches. By Treasure Stitches Fabrics Dresses Stitches Make Exquisite

All this talk of folds and rods and buttons. Are we copulating or sewing draperies? By Tessa Dare Buttons Talk Folds Rods Draperies

Sometimes life gives you cotton stockings. Sometimes it gives you a Chanel gown ... By Unknown Stockings Life Cotton Chanel Gown

Like faint flowers in the diaphonous fabrics of the twenties: beautiful, trivial fabrics so flimsy they could not hope to last? By Kate Morton Beautiful Twenties Trivial Fabrics Faint

I question the negative connotations of fabric, of ribbon, of lace. I turn these symbols of our imprisonment around. By Miriam Schapiro Fabric Ribbon Lace Question Negative

The staple of our Australian colonies, but more particularly of New South Wales, the climate and the soil of which are peculiarly suited to its production, - is fine wool. By Charles Sturt Wales Australian South Colonies Production

The reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far; but I always knew there would come a knot and a puzzle: here it is. By Charlotte Bronte Puzzle Reel Silk Run Smoothly

Look deep into my soul than what stretches the fabric of my clothes By Morgan Chabane Clothes Deep Soul Stretches Fabric

When it came to fabric, she was obsessed by the touch, color, and the promise that it held. Some By Nicole Mary Kelby Color Fabric Touch Held Obsessed

I guess the big thing is that I don't buy anything first-hand. It's a personal policy I have for all sorts of reasons. If you research to the textile industry yourself, you'll know why. I came to it personally. By Ezra Miller Firsthand Guess Big Thing Buy

Cotton candy. Like eating a cloud of diabetes. By Dana Gould Cotton Candy Diabetes Eating Cloud

Whatever it is, it's better in the wind. By Ralph Waldo Emerson Wind

Once there was a seamstress who could weave fabric from feeling. She sewed gowns of delight: sheer, sparkling, sleek. She cut cloth out of ambition and ardor, idyll and industry. By Marie Rutkoski Feeling Sheer Sparkling Sleek Seamstress

It's like cold silk. Cold, sumptuous silk onto which the sea has laid offerings: pebbles, shells, barnacles. Tiny slips of wrack. Her fingers dig and reach; the drops of rain touch the back of her neck, the backs of her hands. The sand pulls the heat from her fingertips, from the soles of her feet. A By Anthony Doerr Cold Silk Pebbles Shells Barnacles

The saga of semen stained sheets continues. By Kristy Berridge Continues Saga Semen Stained Sheets

I started to work with cotton fabrics. I used cotton because it's easy to work with, to wash, to take care of, to wear if it's warm or cold. It's great. That was the start. By Issey Miyake Work Fabrics Cotton Started Wash

Tie my heart in Egyptian threads. By Jennifer Calvert Egyptian Tie Threads Heart

Where's the lace? By Nalini Singh Lace

Sheepskin is a marvelously durable medium, though it has to be treated with some care. Whereas ink soaks into the fibers on paper, on sheepskin it stays on the surface, rather like chalk on a blackboard, and so can be rubbed away comparatively easily. "Sixteenth-century paper was of good quality, too," he went on. "It was made of rags and was virtually acid free, so it has lasted very well. By Bill Bryson Medium Care Sheepskin Marvelously Durable

Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn, By Luke Bryan Grandma Tangle Yarn

What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie) By Sherrilyn Kenyon Abbie Wad Jockstrap

I feel best in soft and natural materials such as cotton and silk. I wear collections from all designers. They all have outstanding cuts and extremely pleasant materials. By Laetitia Casta Silk Feel Soft Natural Cotton

They were Amy and Jeff Carruthers and they rode south out of Bristol, gravel chattering under the upswept fenders. After a while the man said suddenly, "Whats it like?" Amy glanced out at the fields. "Cotton. Everywhere nothing but cotton. By Shelby Foote Bristol Jeff Carruthers Gravel Fenders

enough energy to it?" Cotton tapped By Daniel Suarez Energy Cotton Tapped

Ribbing, moss, seed, and garter are all balanced and combine the yin and yang of knitting By Stephanie Pearl-Mcphee Ribbing Moss Seed Knitting Garter

It's not lace, is it? By Jodi Ellen Malpas Lace

We never had any silk sheets in our family ... By Jimmy Hoffa Family Silk Sheets

Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water. By Patrick Rothfuss Belt Leather Black Pepper Fine

Now comes what I perhaps inflatedly call my philosophy of knitting. Like many philosophies, it is hard to express in a few words. Its main tenets are enjoyment and satisfaction, accompanied by thrift, inventiveness, an appearance of industry, and, above all, resourcefulness. By Elizabeth Zimmermann Knitting Inflatedly Call Philosophy Inventiveness

All knitterly creation stems from one simple element: yarn. It is the baker's flour, the jeweler's gold, the gardener's soil. Yarn is creation, consolation, and chaos all spun together into one perfect ball. By Clara Parkes Element Yarn Knitterly Stems Simple

One day, a new fabric appeared on the scene. PVC was shiny, waterproof, and unlike anything I'd ever seen before. By Mary Quant Waterproof Day Scene Pvc Fabric

How loose the silk. How jailed down the juice. By Toni Morrison Silk Loose Juice Jailed

...she wears a summer nightgown, white cotton trimmed with a token bit of lace at the neck and sleeves. She dislikes the itchiness of the lace against her skin, the sense of delicate entrapment. By Beatriz Williams Nightgown White Sleeves Lace Wears

Where do you even buy a black lace handkerchief? Widows R Us? By Molly Harper Handkerchief Buy Black Lace Widows

Only an excellent fabric can originate an excellent fashion By Nino Cerruti Excellent Fashion Fabric Originate

Grass: I've invested heavily in blood futures. I have a direct line to the trading floor for polyester blood. There's a heaving mass of men crying out their bids. The blood arrives at the warehouse in the form of double-knit suits. It's the only kind of suit I wear. When I collapse in the street, paramedics rush me to the hospital, liquefy the suit and inject it in my veins. By Don Delillo Blood Grass Futures Invested Heavily

but also for the sweater most expertly knitted from hand-spun wool, By Rosamunde Pilcher Wool Sweater Expertly Knitted Handspun

I will not undertake to offer an opinion on the capacity of Hindustan to produce cotton. The region is large, and the soil and climate various, the population great and wages low; but I must be permitted to doubt the success of the experiment of driving us out of the market, though backed and patronized by English capital and energy. By John C. Calhoun Hindustan Cotton Undertake Offer Opinion

The pillow was heaven feathers in six-hundred-count cotton joy. By Devon Monk Cotton Joy Pillow Heaven Feathers

You never realize how much of your background is sewn into the lining of your clothes. By Tom Wolfe Clothes Realize Background Sewn Lining

God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach. By Max Lucado Weaver Master God Colors Strings

I had my schooling right there in the Cotton Club. By Lena Horne Club Cotton Schooling

Perforation! Shout it out! The deliberate punctuated weakening of paper and cardboard so that it will tear along an intended path, leaving a row of fine-haired pills or tuftlets on each new edge! It is a staggering conception, showing an age-transforming feel for the unique properties of pulped wood fiber. By Nicholson Baker Perforation Shout Path Leaving Edge

It was so quiet at our table you could've heard a rat piss on cotton. By April Sinclair Cotton Quiet Table Heard Rat

Washed clean like a porcelain, with housewifely care ... By Marcel Proust Washed Porcelain Care Clean Housewifely

White on rice. Green on grass. Sheets on a bed. Him on her. By Cindy Gerard White Rice Green Grass Sheets

thin materials, or in conjunction with flat stitch. Twisted knot By Therese De Dillmont Thin Materials Stitch Conjunction Flat

The pattern's laid out on the bedWith dozens of colors of threadBut you've got the needleI guess that's the point in the end By Amanda Palmer End Pattern Laid Bedwith Dozens

What kind of tartan is this?" he said as he felt the fabric. "McCloud," Betty told him. "Welcome to the clan, son." Excellent, thought Lake. There would be no getting rid of her now. By Janet Elizabeth Henderson Fabric Mccloud Betty Kind Tartan

Apparel, n.: There are times I don't mind doing the laundry, because folding your clothes reminds me of the shape of you. By David Levithan Apparel Laundry Times Mind Folding

We're like socks. You can put us through a rough wash once, but you'll never use us again. By Hannibal Socks Put Rough Wash

I am a thing made of lace and blood. Swathed in silk and dripping with the dark deeds of men. By Laura Thalassa Blood Thing Made Lace Swathed

Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable, or mineral. By Joni Mitchell Fibers Rainstorm Vegetable Variety Colors

Steel under silk By Cassandra Clare Steel Silk

...heavy satin that fell like spilled syrup... By Anne Rivers Siddons Heavy Syrup Satin Fell Spilled

An eye-jangling assortment of spurious clan tartans, adorning every conceivable object made of fabric, from caps, neckties, and serviettes down to a particularly horrid yellow "Buchanan" sett used to make men's nylon Y-front underpants. By Diana Gabaldon Buchanan Neckties Yfront Tartans Adorning

Wearing a scrap of colored cloth around your neck, even though it serves no useful purpose, but which answers to the name of "tie." By Paulo Coelho Tie Wearing Neck Purpose Scrap

Linen is good because it looks trendy and at the same time it's very comfotable By Akshay Kumar Linen Comfotable Good Trendy Time

skin the off-white of a dirty motel sheet. By Tom Piccirilli Skin Sheet Offwhite Dirty Motel

From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet. By Rumi Sugar Reeds Cane Silk Cocoon

See, if you said green bean, I'd be very upset. However, if you told her an eggplant, I'd probably never wear pants again. So what's it going to be, Jess? By Aly Martinez Bean Upset Jess Green Eggplant

Ink, thinks Jacob, you most fecund of liquids... By David Mitchell Ink Jacob Liquids Fecund

I came from rainbow fabric; I drank textile ink as mothers' milk. I learned to sew before I could walk. I could never become a nun, purely because of the boring fashion choices. By Pepper Winters Fabric Milk Rainbow Drank Textile

I wonder if she was goin' to quilt it or just knot it? By Susan Glaspell Goin Quilt Knot

Bags hanging blue-veined and round with milk, like full moons caught between their legs. She was sore and tired, but knew she had to get out of the barn before the men arrived to do the milking. Glancing down, she realized that a miracle had come to pass: the blood-soaked hay was fresh now, except for a small stain beneath her own bottom. And the two things she'd been holding when she fell asleep - the scissors By Jodi Picoult Bags Milk Legs Hanging Blueveined

Great sweater, by the way. Cashmere?" Baffled, Eve looked down at her navy turtleneck. "I don't know. It's blue. By J.d. Robb Cashmere Great Sweater Baffled Eve

I don't like silk underwear. They don't do the job, you know? By Matt Leblanc Underwear Silk Job

The cotton was open and spilling into the fields; the very air smelled of it. In field after field as he passed along the pickers, arrested in stooping attitudes, seemed fixed amid the constant surf of bursting bolls like piles in surf, the long, partly-filled sacks streaming away behind them like rigid frozen flags. The air was hot, vivid and breathlessa final fierce concentration of the doomed and dying summer. By William Faulkner Field Cotton Open Spilling Smelled

I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed, By Mike Cooley Alabama Cottonseed Put Lawmen Ground

I have cotton or flannel sheets, depending on the weather. They have to be ironed, and I get my bed changed nearly every day. By Martha Stewart Sheets Depending Weather Cotton Flannel

of those clothes. By Anthony Horowitz Clothes