Quotes About Locked

Here I was, locked inside this creepy old library with a monster, and I was worried about getting scolded for being late for dinner!

I open up—" Cawley again: "Using your keys, correct, Mr. Ganton?" Ganton nodded at Cawley, looked back at his knees. "I use my keys, yeah, 'cause the door's locked.

And what's nice about 'Sunny' is that it has this honesty with the viewers, which is, like, they're here because they're on a television show and they're locked in this purgatory where they have to keep doing the same things with each other.

The living cell almost always contains, locked in its interior, the visible or invisible products of its physiological activity or its nourishment.

Everyone, he knew, had one. A locked room. Either in their home, or their head, or their heart. Where things that should never see the light of day lived, and waited. For their chance to escape.

I remind myself of a lonely princess who's not locked in a tower, who's free to do as she pleases. But she feels locked away without her prince beside her.

The snow is coming, she said. Soon it will be snow time. Together then as in other snow times. Drinking busthead 'round the fire. Truth is a locked room that we knock the lock off from time to time, and then board up again. Tomorrow you will hurt me, and I will inform you that you have done so, and so on and so on. To hell with it. Come, viridian friend, come and sup with me.

Nothing that was said in here would decide MacGregor's fate. That decision was being made elsewhere. This was not the highest Court in the land. The highest Court in the land was somewhere else in some unknown building; in a room with locked doors, a room which MacGregor would never enter and never see. This was a great camouflage for the authority that stemmed from another unknown source.

Barb hung a wreath on the door and locked it.

You experience the films through the actors, so they're all locked into your imagination in some kind of layer of fantasy or hatred or wherever they settle into your imagination.

The focus here is not on ritual itself, but on opening up something in hearts and spirits that has been locked away so long that individuals can barely remember the source.

Tom said, "Let me beg you never to tell that story to Will. He'd have you locked up." "But the house wasn't worth what I asked!" "I repeat what I said about Will. What's Adam want with your house?" "He's going to move there. Wants the twins to go to school in Salinas." "What'll

The headmaster explained. Books were considered precious. The school had so few that the teachers did not want to risk the children damaging them. I wondered how a book could impart knowledge if it was locked up, but kept that thought to myself.

I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Ye have locked yerselves up in cages of fear and, behold, do ye now complain that ye lack FREEDOM!

I am a vicious and unrepentant killer who should be locked up. With him, my idiot boyfriend.

I call our bathroom 'The Vault' because the door's always locked and whatever goes on in there costs a $hitload of money.

I can see her mind beating around the closed car like a bird. Locked in with privileges and pleasures, but also with pain.

Fear was when you wandered into a cellar and worried that the door would close shut. Despair was when the door closed and locked behind you.

That, she supposed, was the basis of depression as well as the difference between fear and despair. Fear was when you wandered into a cellar and worried that the door would close shut. Despair was when the door closed and locked behind you.

Again, that sense of being stifled, cloistered, removed from the world and locked away.

Some lids are best kept closed, glued, nailed, screwed down and buried under six feet of earth.

She got out of the car, locked it behind her and headed into PGC, refusing to rush. She was the client, she reminded herself. Walking into PGC was an amazing experience. She hadn't even

The power of human habit never failed to astonish her. How was it that two intelligent, decent people who basically loved each other could get so locked into a pattern of behavior that neither of them - or so she presumed - enjoyed? It was as if each knew the role he or she was expected to take and had no choice but to play it