The chain of wedlock is so heavy that it takes two to carry it – and sometimes three.
The weakest link in a chain is the strongest because it can break it.
For we must be one thing or the other, an asset or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you soar, or the chain to bind you to earth.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
Don’t patronize the chain bookstores. Every time I see some author scheduled to read and sign his books at a chain bookstore, I feel like telling him he’s stabbing the independent bookstores in the back.
If I haven’t made myself clear, this worrisome chain of events describes the game of the nineteenth century.
You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.
No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.
Karma brings us ever back to rebirth, binds us to the wheel of births and deaths. Good Karma drags us back as relentlessly as bad, and the chain which is wrought out of our virtues holds as firmly and as closely as that forged from our vices.
Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever.