Quotes About Doorway

The Baudelaires looked up and saw their guardian standing in the doorway of Violet's

Sentence one is character + vocation + current situation. Sentence two starts with "When" and is what I call the Doorway of No Return––the thing that pushes the Lead into the main plot. Sentence three begins with "Now" and the death (physical, professional, or psychological/spiritual) stakes.

I think of death, not as a smokestack, but as an opening door.

Ranger appeared in the bathroom doorway and I was too relieved to be embarrassed. I appreciate you coming out in the middle of the night, I said. Ranger smiled. I didn't want to miss seeing you chained up naked.

On that Sunday morning the first thing that impressed the people who approached the tomb was the unusual position of the one and a half to two ton stone that had been lodged in front of the doorway.

Towards sunset we had cleared down to the level of the 12th step, which was sufficient to expose a large part of the upper portion of a plastered and sealed doorway.

Work is an antidote for anxiety, an ointment for sorrow, and a doorway to possibility.

In the slanting beams that streamed through the open doorway the dust danced and was golden. The heavy scent of the roses seemed to brood over everything.

The headwaiter said something to her in the foyer, and she told him, "I'm looking for somebody," and went on to the doorway. She stood in the doorway, looking over the people at the tables in the room where a piano played.

Now what?" he finally asked. Téa came to stand in the doorway of her office. "Now what, what? Hey, is that you, Cal?" "Affirmative." Affirmative? Was that the cutest or what?

A door that seems to stand open must be a man's size, or it is not the door that Providence means for him.

the experience of aging is itself a doorway to spiritual practice, one that transcends any particular religion or faith.

From the doorway I looked back at the street. The car parked outside was

Standing in the doorway, regarding him with an expression of predatory pleasure, was The Smoke.

Remember, children. For every exit, there is also an entrance. ~ Milligan, The Mysterious Benedict Society

The front door flew open. A vampire in a long, slinky red dress stood framed in the doorway, flashing her fangs at them. "HAPPY HALLO—oh, it's you," she said.

May we all learn that pain is not the end of the journey, and neither is delight. We can hold them both—indeed hold it all—at the same time, remembering that everything in these quixotic, unpredictable, unsettled and unsettling, exhilarating and heart-stirring times is a doorway to awakening in sacred world.

to run. Jeff started to run after him, and Bob shouted after him as the two men in the doorway vanished into thin air. They disappeared and a door closed. Everything happened so fast, and the whole focus was on Jeff and the man he was chasing, as Millie ran faster and shouted at Jeff too. They weren't armed, there was no point chasing him down. If they got him, there was nothing they could do except

Music has both been my doorway to perception and the house I live in

Pierwsza moja Wizyta u Witkacego: dzwoni?, otwieraj? si? drzwi, w ciemnym przedpokoju potworny karze? ro?nie - to Witkacy otworzy? drzwi w kucki i z wolna si? podnosi?...

Before I could open my mouth and let out the cranky comeback that was lurking there, a massive foot clomped at the doorway, and a large dark shadow fell over the shreds of my pleasant morning. I looked around, and there, in person, was the end of all happy thoughts. Detective Hood leaned against the doorframe and gave us his very best mean smile. "Looka this," he said. "Wall-to-wall loser.

I was standing in the doorway when he said hi," Amy said. "And from the look on his face, what he has for you is not the key to the city.

What was on the other side? Donna said, He said there was another world on the other side. He could see it. He... never went through it? That's why he kicked the shit out of everything in his apartment; he never thought of going through it, he just admired the doorway and then later he couldn't see it at all and it was too late. It opened for him a few days and then it was closed and gone forever.

Choice is the doorway to our creative power. To unleash this power, we must begin from the state of beingness.