Quotes About Doorway

They appear in the doorway, holding tea and toast, their faces filled with concern. I open my mouth, planning to start off with some kind of joke, and burst into tears. So much for being strong.

Había pocos muebles, bombillas de luz tenue, y desde una puerta medio abierta se entreveía la habitación con una cama aún sin hacer y un camisón arrugado encima de la almohada.

This is how the past interrupts our lives, all of it entering the same doorway--like the hole in the trunk of my neighbor's tree: at once a natural shelter, haven for small creatures, but also evidence of injury, an entrance for decay.

Sometimes a light glimmered out of the physician's eyes, burning blue and ominous, like the reflection of a furnace, or, let us say, like one of those gleams of ghastly fire that darted from Bunyan's awful doorway in the hill-side, and quivered on the pilgrim's face.

I shove my reading matter back into my messenger bag (it's a novel about a private magician for hire in Chicago—your taxpayer pounds at work) and go to stand in the doorway.

The last of the warm Christmassy feeling seemed to leave the room, and there she stood in the doorway: the Beast in Ocher. Also known as "the she-devil with the Hermès scarf," in ordinary life Philippa Adelaide Spencer, or Granny, as Grayson and Florence called her. Apparently her friends at the bridge club knew her as Peachy Pippa, but I wasn't going to believe that until I heard it with my own ears.

We stood in the doorway, the whole world opening up before us. God, there was so much of it.

Ah," said a voice from the doorway, "having your annual 'everyone thinks Will is a lunatic' meeting, are you? "It's biannual," said Jem. "And no, this is not that meeting.

He stood there a moment in the open doorway with the light streaming in and a gentle breeze,a warm one,playing with all that black silk hair. Stood there, she thought,all tall and lean in his perfect suit, one hand in his pocket.On her button, she realized.He carried that damn button like a magic charm.

The way out is through the door. Why is it that no one will use this method?

There comes the time at every Passover seder when someone will open a door to let in the prophet Elijah. At that moment, something like a spell invariably descends over the celebrants, and everyone stares into the doorway, trying to make out the quiet movements of the prophet as he glides his way in and takes the empty seat among us.

Memories are a doorway to the past, and the more one treasures the memories, the wider the door will open.

I stepped out of the doorway, onto the top step, and met a scene of such chaos and utter madness that I've never been able to recall it all clearly. I had trouble remembering the details of the bedlam the next day, let alone years later.

Lucas Glover was the name of the man standing at the doorway in the heat. And though most called him Luke, he answered to either. Still, he suddenly wished that his name was a different one entirely and that he was standing anywhere else at that particular moment.

Death is an illusion, life is a dream and we are the creator of our own imagination. The present moment is the only moment available to us and is the doorway to all moments.

Old books, the kind that give off the smell of dust and decay, an odor Balastair associates with the scent of pure knowledge. Knowledge of new things. Knowledge of new places. Every book a doorway—a cabinet of curiosities opening to a new land.

Their reflection in the glass. The water behind them stretched distant and black. I stood in the doorway a long, long time, unsure of what to do or say. I wasn't interested in their

The name yawned like a black doorway, then the door banged.

My book was powerless. The hall was so narrow. I could not run away from you. If I stayed there facing you, it was not out of courage but out of fear, that is the truth - fear of seeing and fear of being seen. But my soul already saw the other truth. Only my soul can tell the story that began in this doorway, slightly to the left of my gaze. There is no other witness. My soul alone saw the struggle.

From the breezy doorway. "Serge!" He turned around. "Skid Marks! Bacon Strips!" Two more stools.

Words lead us to the doorway of Truth, but only by contemplating their meaning can we pass through.

She stood in the doorway looking down at him. "Why'd you keep it?" He drew in a breath. "They were looking for a man with one arm. So I pinned this to my jacket. It's going bad-I can't use it much longer. He paused a moment, then finished, "I can't get any further without help.

Let love's apologies wait not 'til death's doorway.

There was a zone she had not explored. She could use the same counter, the same sort of password that she used with all these people, but she had passed over in the twinkling of an eye into another forest. This forest was reality. There, the very speaking of the words, conjured up answering sigil, house and barn and terrace and castle and river and little plum tree. A whole world was open. She looked in through a wide doorway.