Quotes About Drawbridge

The notion that one's home is one's castle and you can pull up the drawbridge is not one that people in public policy circles believe in.

We are a million miles from the Tories. While we promote international co-operation and human rights abroad, they pull up the drawbridge.

retreat into the privacy and sanctuary of our castle-like homes, shut the door, pull up the imaginary drawbridge and avoid the issue. Home may indeed be our substitute for a Fatherland, but at another level, I would suggest that *home is what the English have instead of social skills*.

Are you going to suggest I kiss you for good luck or strength or whatever it is your sex demon needs?" - William That earned the warrior a two-fingered salute. "So that's a no?" William asked. Paris worked his jaw. "Here, let me help you off the cliff to the drawbridge." With no more warning, he shoved William over the ledge. He thought he heard a fading, "So not cool," from the bastard as he fell...fell.. Splat. Paris worked

Grey Wind balked in the middle of the drawbridge, shook the rain off, and howled at the portcullis. Robb whistled impatiently. "Grey Wind. What is it? Grey Wind, with me." But the direwolf only bared his teeth. He does not like this place, Catelyn thought.

My stepfather is a baron. He has a castle in Belgium that's been in his family for hundreds and hundreds of years. It's not fancy; it's really sort of brimstone and dark. It's got a moat and a drawbridge.

Anyway, Arianna and I left the castle very late one evening. I knew the knight on guard at the drawbridge so I hit hit him over the head because I didn't want to hurt him. Garion blinked. I knew he'd be honor-bound to try to stop us, Lelldorin explained. I didn't want to have to kill him, so I hit him over the head. I suppose that makes sense, Garion said dubiously. Arianna's almost positive he won't die. DIE? I hit him just a little too hard, I think.

The evening light was like honey in the trees When you left me and walked to the end of the street Where the sunset abruptly ended. The wedding-cake drawbridge lowered itself To the fragile forget-me-not flower. You climbed aboard. Burnt horizons suddenly paved with golden stones, Dreams I had, including suicide, Puff out the hot-air balloon now. It is bursting, it is about to burst

No, the truth about love is this: if they'd missed the bus they would now be saying the same things about a person they met five minutes later on the Prom; their love was an accident; their lover just a nobody, gift-wrapped by their own imagination. There was nothing uncanny about it. They should have kept the drawbridge to their hearts closed; kept the moat free from weed.