Quotes About Door

He watched the letters appear one by one beneath her hand, and he felt as if each letter were a door pushed open inside of him, a door that led to a lighted room. "The world," said Beatryce to Jack Dory, "can be spelled.

Once there, the chaplain closed the door and threw his arms around her. Alarmed, she jammed the heel of her pump into his foot. He let go with a howl and she fled. The incident was never spoken of again until she had daughters of her own. I can remember at about thirteen staring wide-eyed at my proper mother when she thought it time to tell me this cautionary tale.

She started at the sound of a knock on the door. Opening it a crack, the clerk peeked her head in. Come out here and look at yourself in the full-length mirrors.

The stairs aren't challenging enough anymore? he asked. Antonio laughed. Challenge has nothing to do with it, Jer. I'd say it's the big bad wolf huffing and puffing at her door up there.

The door cracked open. Decent? Rafe asked. Yep Damn. He pushed it open. If you're hoping to see something, the trick is to not knock first. That would be wrong, he said as he walked in. The trick is to hope you say 'no, but come in anyway.' Ah.

It was long past lunch time, but there were people at nearly every table, more milling around with trays. I stayed back just inside the door and scanned the sea of faces. Beside me, Simon murmured. One, two, three-- There, I grunted and strode toward Chloe's table. Damn, he said as he jogged to keep up. Three seconds. That's a record. I scowled at him. What? he said. It's cute. My scowl deepened. So cute, he said, grinning. Incredibly, adorably cute.

I opted for the rear door, both as a courtesy and so she couldn't freak out about me showing up on her front doorstep for all of East Falls to see. Being the village pariah does make social calls most trying. -Paige

Yes. Your plan is sound. I will go first." Moria stood at his back, dagger raised. Gavril pushed the door. It did not budge. He eyed it and seemed ready to bash his shoulder into it when she whispered, "You cannot fight with a dislocated sword arm, Kitsune. Kick it." He hesitated. "If you fall on your arse, I'll not laugh." She paused. "Or not loudly.

Beside the door stood a cooler. It was unplugged and filled with pop cans and bottles. A handwritten sign advised those looking for milk to check aisle two, for the powdered and canned variety. "No beer?" Corey said. "What kind of place is this?

At the top of the staircase is a wooden door with a silver keyhole. The dreams pour steadily through the keyhole, and under the bottom of the door, and when you open it, the sweet stink and cloud of dreams are so thick in the Princess's bedroom that you can barely breathe. Some people might mistake the scent of the Princess's dreams for the scent of sex; then again, some people mistake sex for love.

For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, you name, you innards, or even your life, but that last stonghold can only be surrendered. And to surrender it for any reason other than love is to surrender love.

A terrible independence opens the door to destructive power of sin

The power of intention can open the door of opportunity and transform a valley of trouble into a triumph of joy.

It is quite useless knocking at the door of heaven for earthly comfort. It's not the sort of comfort they supply there.

The Ediles among the Romans had their doors always standing open, that all who had petitions might have free access to them. The door of heaven is always open for the prayers of God's people.

Our relationship now thoroughly ruined, with even civility destroyed between us, all I wanted anymore was the door.

Yes, perhaps," Perrin answered. "Perhaps. It could all be suggestion. But in story after story that I've heard about séances, Ouija boards—all of that, Chris—they always seem to be pointing to the opening of a door of some sort.

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

The pain is there; when you close one door on it, it knocks to come in somewhere else.

He grinned back at her as she closed the door. Men were easy. Even those destined for greatness. Give them beer and sex, and they were happy.

In the end comes also our beginning, the ancient sense of a door opening to some final unknown, some invisible voice attempting to help us come to terms with our own disappearance, the hand extended to help us over a horizon equally as mysterious as the one we crossed at our birth.

I reached for the knob. At the same moment it began to melt and transform, turning pink and finally taking the shape of a flaccid penis. It flopped softly against the door, like a man was cramming it through the knob hole from the other side. I turned back to John and said, 'That door cannot be opened.

Snap. Ka-chunk. That's how I spell the sound of a doorknob turning.

Everybody was circling around Robert, trying to get to the door while avoiding the infested, oozing mess and-holy shit is this song bad. It was like the singer was stabbing my ear with a dagger made of dried turds.