A simple yet rich metaphor for love, and I liked the multiple threads of different colours – the various skeins of mutual interest, attraction, affinity, memory and tenderness which weave between people as love grows.  And that pure gold running through it.

I thought maybe love was like that – a lot of coloured threads, and one maister thread of pure gold.  

Source: Mary Webb, Precious Bane (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1981), p. 53

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