Quotes About Hall

The front hall doubled as an art gallery. The exhibition was a series of modern interpretations of the Virgin of Guadalupe. The Virgin as seamstress. The Virgin wearing boxing gloves. The Virgin working the drive-thru window at McDonald's.

Bergé's yelling had attracted the attention of everyone in the Kibati hall: champagne flutes stopped halfway to heavily painted lips, eyes widened, massive diamonds groaned scornfully in their settings. It was a stationary riot.

They stood now in the low, dimly lit hall, hung about with sporting prints and stuffed birds, his aunt and Simon Matchett making small talk smaller.

She stood by the edge of the TNT booth and surveyed the hall.

The hall fell silent. I had never heard a silence like it. The whole hall seemed to be holding its breath. It felt civilized and modern. It felt refined and tantalizing all at once, like a polite collective pre-orgasm.

And then he - Tchaikovsky - turned towards the little lectern that was on the stage, picked up his baton and held it in the air. He paused a moment. It was like watching an old wizard with a wand, summoning the energy needed to cast the spell. The hall fell silent. I had never heard a silence like it. The whole hall seemed to be holding its breath. It felt civilised and modern. It felt refined and tantalising all at once, like a polite collective pre-orgasm.

Her cabind, ample Spirit, It flutterd and faild for breath. To-night it doth inherit The vasty Hall of Death.

Bemused, Hall ushered them into a conference room to get a better idea of what they hoped to learn.

The Messiah enters [the Hall of the Sons of Illness] and summons all the diseases and all the pains and all the sufferings of Israel that they should come upon him, and all of them come upon him. And would he not thus bring ease to Israel and take their sufferings upon himself, no man could endure the sufferings Israel has to undergo because they neglected the Torah.22

With one of his brief, heart-stopping smiles, the viscount disappeared into the shadowy hall. Moments later, Tess heard the wind-whipped outer door slam behind this unlikely combination of knight errant and mystic that fate had chosen to send her in her hour of need.

The orderly is nearing the end of his rounds. I can hear his footsteps echoing in the hall and his ragged breathing. He's a big man. I can smell his sweat. He's checking on the inmate next door. It'll be my turn next. He always saves me for last. I guess it's because he's scared of me. I don't blame him. I'm scared of me, too.

It was a dance. Or would be, if the composer and the musicians were all mad, and the ballroom was a sodden grave.

Are you in here for an actual reason? CARTER Pretty much. I don't remember what it is, but I'm sure I had one when I started down the hall … TOM Perfect. CARTER Oh, yeah, now I recall . Because I was bored in my office … (Beat.) Plus, you have nicer windows. TOM Feel free to open one and jump … LaBute, Neil (2004-11-29). Fat Pig: A Play (pp. 18-19). Faber & Faber. Kindle Edition.

His eyes were brilliant, his cheeks hectic, but it was joy. This was what he'd been looking for all his life, to be a gesith, and do as gesiths do, and here he was, at the hall of the overking of the Anglisc, about to test his mettle against the king's own.

We shook our heads, like two old soldiers drinking at the veterans' hall and despairing of the youth today.

Hild found herself listening beyond the hall, beyond the crackle of the fire, beyond the thumping scratch of a dog under the trestle, half expecting to hear an unearthly shriek as the sentry's throat was cut.

A man was lord of his own hall, king or no.

The scop's chant moved majestically from folk and fold to hearth and hall, wealth and wire, his rolling Anglics now transmuted into the language of flame, and gold and honour.

How do you kill a vampire? "Silver bullets?" "That's werewolves." "Cloves of garlic?" "That's French bread.

Amidala, Panaka, and about half the troops climbed through; the others, and the Queen's handmaidens, stayed in the hall to hold off the battle droids. The

But it was the work in a hall devoted to Picasso, from his harlequins to Cubism, that pierced me the most. His brutal confidence took my breath away.

I will sing from the sage's chair by the Norn's sacred spring; I watched and listened, I looked and thought about the words of the wise when they talked of runes and what they reveal at the High One's hall, in the High One's hall— here is what I heard… HÁVAMÁL (SAYINGS OF THE HIGH ONE), POEMS OF THE "ELDER EDDA

His work paid off, and he got her a contract to star in a revue at the Casino de Paris, the most respectable of the city's music halls in the 1930s. Henri Varna ran the club, which emphasized

The portico at the front of the main hall of the temple was twenty cubits long, extending across the width of the temple and projecting out ten cubits in front of the temple.