Quotes About Door

Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.

It is as if my self is hiding behind an iron door.

The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.

Somewhere, a heavy, glass door sighs in its airlock and a woman approaching fifty sprints to get her fingers in the gap before it closes.

OPIATE, n. An unlocked door in the prison of Identity. It leads into the jail yard.

chambers and rattled even the iron-bound door in its frame. It taunted the flames in the firepit and they spat and crackled in their

The man retreated towards the door. And no doubt to a heroic, pointless death at one breach or another. The most heroic deaths of all were the pointless ones, Cosca had always found.

It was as if the door to an asylum had been flung open inside his skull, allowing a wave of incoherent screams, individual cries, and desperate fragmented phrases into his mind.

Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him.

the open front door. KCK cops had formed a perimeter, keeping the

Leaving this life is just like going from one room to another and closing the door.

Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.

We doctors knowa hopeless case if—listen: there's a hellof a good universe next door; let's go

Eso fue amor, y me golpeó tan fuerte que me apoyé contra la pantalla de la puerta que seguía de pie entre nosotros, sólo para permanecer vertical.

The Yale lock he had given up at a glance. It was placed high up in the door, feet above the handle, and the chain of holes

"Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

A wind with a wolf's head Howled about our door, And we burned up the chairs And sat upon the floor.

Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door— Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed— Under Sorrow's hand?

I climbed up the door and opened the stairs, Said my pajamas and put on my prayers, Then I turned off the bed and crawled into the light All because you kissed me goodnight!

The door to safety swings on the hinges of common sense.

All things are possible, except for skiing through a revolving door.

It's like a lion at the door;And when the door begins to crack,It's like a stick across your back;And when your back begins to smart,It's like a penknife in your heart;And when your heart begins to bleed,You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.

Each of these books, child, is a door, a gateway to another place and time. You have your whole life in front of you, and for all of it, you'll have this. It will be enough, don't you think?

Home of mice and damp and the stink of stranded shellfish, as if a huge tide swept in decades ago and took its time draining away. Marie-Laure hesitates over the open door, smelling the fires from outside and the clammy, almost opposite smell washing up from the bottom.