Quotes About Doorway

Sometimes for a lot of new artists, they don't have a vision, really, or know what they want to say; it's kind of drawn out for them. But me, because I'm such a transcendental thinker, it's always like a journey and an adventure with each project. It's like going through a different doorway each time.

We will preach the truth to a new generation: The doorway to all freedoms is framed with muskets. It's time the apologists step aside and let freedom's followers lead the way.

The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.

Love is the only doorway from the prison of ourselves.

We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass

My husband is just outside. Don't be afraid, I said, the extensive branches of his horns would never let him through the doorway.

You, your thoughts, and your imagination control the doorway to happiness. Service to the humanity is key to that doorway.

A young man of godlilke proportions* was standing in the doorway. * The better class of gods, anyway. Not the ones with the tentacles, obviously.

She turned. A young man of godlike proportions* was standing in the doorway. *The better class of gods, anyway. Not the ones with the tentacles, obviously.

What was a gate anyway? A doorway, she thought. A portal. The possibility of a different world. The possibility that you might walk through the door and reinvent yourself as something better than you had been before.

But life was always arriving. There was always another gate to pass through. (Until, of course, there wasn't.) She walked through another gate. What was a gate anyway? A doorway, she thought. A portal. The possibility of a different world. The possibility that you might walk through the door and reinvent yourself as something better than you had been before.

But life was always arriving. There was always another gate to pass through. (Until, of course, there wasn't.) She walked through another gate. What was a gate anyway? A doorway, she thought. A portal. The possibility of a different world. The possibility that you might walk through the door and reinvent yourself as something better than you had been before.

But life was always arriving. There was always another gate to pass through. (Until, of course, there wasn't.) She walked through another gate. What was a gate anyway? A doorway, she thought. A portal. The possibility of a different world. The possibility that you might walk through the door and reinvent yourself as something better than you had been before. By the time she reached the end of the torii gate pathway, she felt resolved.

A doorway, she thought. A portal. The possibility of a different world. The possibility that you might walk through the door and reinvent yourself as something better than you had been before.

Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits—a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.

The press is a gang of cruel faggots. Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits—a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage." ? Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Death's not a separation or alternation or parting it's just a one-handled door" - from "Mrs Simpkins

you like to have some cup of tea?-July bent at the doorway and began that day for them as his kind has always done for their kind.

Starling stood in the doorway. It was here she came on her first FBI assignment, when she was still a trainee, still believed everything, still thought that if you could do the job, if you could cut it, you would be accepted, regardless of race, creed, color, national origin or whether or not you were a good old boy Of all this, there remained to her one article of faith. She believed that she could cut it. Here

smile fondly down into the cradle before returning to the farmyard. Grandpa Muldoon followed him, pausing in the doorway to remind the girls they were now in charge of the little ones. Then he closed the door quietly behind him and Jenny and Claudia returned to their contemplation of the babies, lying head

A doorway is a hopeless hiding place.

Origin Story Outside my window is the beginning of half my poems. The others start outside my door. In cach case the window is my body. I am always on the other side of the door. All summer every place around me caught fire. The flames orange haze spilled into my blood.

The door was slightly ajar and Madame Péricand could sense the presence of the other servants outside. Madeleine, the maid, was so beside herself with worry that she came right up to the doorway. To Madame Péricand, such a breach of the normal rules seemed a frightening indication of things to come. It was in just this manner that the different social classes all ended up on the top deck during a shipwreck.

Error will slip through a crack, while truth will stick in a doorway.