A thin silver thread of pain anchored him to his life.

The river became a sparkling silver thread in the green tapestry below her.

The three huddled, made music, and a silver thread appeared.

Now the silver thread reappeared, going up the steps and into the vehicle.

After a long search, feeling her way in deep darkness, she came upon a silver thread of light, and followed it.

I don't have any with silver threads running through them.

The river was a silver thread where it occasionally showed through the forest of the valley floor.

A narrow river wound like a silver thread through the landscape.

On human rights: I want to describe that as a silver thread.

And with all that we do, the silver thread of human rights runs through our work.