Quotes About Door

Be smart and take your pert little ass out the door and away from danger." Pert little ass? Frowning, she looked behind herself. From what she could see, her ass—pert or otherwise—looked nonexistent thanks to the shape of her skirt.

the door. Far down the street he could

Telegram, the uniformed Western Union man said as I opened the door.

howling wind that set the flames a-roaring on the hearth. In the wide open door stood a huge man wrapped in a sheepskin cloak, the leather side outside, and a great fur cap now sodden with rain. He had a red beard and bushy brows of red, and there was a great scar on his cheekbone partly hidden by the beard.

Taft insisted that his guests bypass the main door and enter through a side door of the east entrance.

Pemberton felt something shift inside him, something small but definite, the way a knob's slight twist allowed a door to swing wide open.

but had forgotten all their names. A light burnt over the door. He went up the path, sea-pebbles crunching

Other people's houses were always fascinating. As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the people who lived there.

As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the people who lived there.

Then you won't come?" Said Father Lambert. "I'm sorry, I can't." She went to the door and held it open, but the Father was looking at Olivia—"As if I were an identity," said Olivia afterwards, but that was not the right word. "You mean entity," said Angela. "Isn't everyone that?" But Olivia shook her head. Up to that moment, or the moment that Lovejoy had taken her hand, she, Olivia, had been a shadow.

Shakespeare is both my door knocker and the owner of the domains to which the knock admits me, at once my Virgil opening the gates of hell and heaven, and the devil, and God, and I say this as a person who believes in neither God nor the devil, I believe only in Virgil…

unkept secrets always manage to escape, under a door, through a keyhole or an open window, until everyon knows everything and nobody knows how ... (...)

Drama entered my home last week, but I ushered it to the door and tossed it to the curb.

The key of the success of Studio 54 is that it's a dictatorship at the door and a democracy on the dance floor.

The present moment is the only moment available to us and it is the door to all other moments.

Then the steps retreated, and the voices died away in the distance; the noise of the door, with its creaking hinges and bolts ceased, and a silence more sombre than that of solitude ensued, — the silence of death, which was all-pervasive, and struck its icy chill to the very soul of Dantes.

When they opened the door, it was to reveal a wan sky in which the moon struggled in vain to hold its own against a sea of clouds which poured dark waves across it, waves which it lit for a moment before they raced on, still darker than before, to lose themselves in the depths of infinity.

The struggle had been going on same time, when suddenly one of the doors violently pushed open, and a young officer in the uniform of a cavalry captain jumped down, shutting the door as he did so though not too quickly for the nearest spectators to perceive a woman sitting at the back of the carriage. She was wrapped in cloak and veil, and judging by the precautions she, had taken to hide her face from every eye, she must have had her reasons for avoiding recognition.

And yet, at the very door the Musketeer began to entertain some doubts. The approach was not such as to prepossess people—an ill-smelling, dark passage, a staircase half-lighted by bars through which stole a glimmer from a neighboring yard; on the first floor a low door studded with enormous nails, like the principal gate of the Grand Chatelet.

He pointed to a door and disappeared with a 'pop'. The door revealed a long flight of stairs. As Foyle and Robin started up the stairs, Dr Orel appeared above them. 'This way, please. Oh . . . one moment.' He disappeared and appeared again behind them. 'You forgot to close the door.

The quack waited for them behind his desk. He jaunted to the door, closed it, jaunted back to his desk, bowed, indicated chairs, jaunted behind Robin's and held it for her, jaunted to the window and adjusted the shade, jaunted to the light switch and adjusted the lights, then reappeared behind his desk.

Once I knew nothing about McKay and now I knew everything about him. This seemed as good as any reason for not walking out the door. There are so many ways to stop the knowing, and I tried them all. I tried silence, I tried heroin, I tried calling it love. And then I stopped trying to call my dumbness any one of ten thousand names.

No one called out my name. Finally, I went to open the door. I could smell burning metal.

THAT EVENING, just after midnight, John Keane was drawn downstairs by a pounding at his door that might have been theatrical, something falsely urgent and echoing about it.