This lovely metaphor for love is from a fine story of it by Mary Webb. I found this quotation around the same time as another by a quite different writer, Saint-Exupery, which similarly refers to the weaving strands of love.

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

See another thread of love woven by Saint Exupery. 

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

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