Quotes About Door

I had lived in New York since 1996, sometimes in the worst neighborhoods, without even locking my door half the time.

A neighbor will stand at your door talking for 20 minutes because she doesn't have time to come in.

The world is the closed door. It is a barrier. And at the same time it is the way through.

The key word for my book The Woman in Black is unsettling... because you're not terrified all of the time or even frightened, but you're unsettled and once you're unsettled, then the door's open.

The impossible lives next door to the possible; people ring its door bell by accident all the time.

You should be writing for the love of the story, and when it comes time to return to the manuscript, everything else belongs behind a closed door.

I had trouble just walking out my door. Things are definitely deteriorating. Even reaching for the latch made me feel sick to my stomach.

The flyscreen door is torn at the edges. Fraying. I open it and knock on the wood. The sound rhymes with my heartbeat.

It was a tradition for Frau Holtzapfel, one of their neighbors, to spit on the Hubermanns' door every time she walked past. The front door was only meters from the gate, and let's just say that Frau Holtzapfel had the distance—and the accuracy.

When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. Their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, and their spirits came towards me, into my arms.

When I opened the door to her I felt like a child who believes itself lost on a swarming street and suddenly sees that all-solving outline, that indispensable displacement of air.

Q: What's the difference between a Communist car and a Communist proselytizer? A: You can close the door on a Communist proselytizer.

Love is somehow the key that unlocks the door which leads to ultimate reality.

drinking hard, and yesterday evening he was very drunk; and when I came upstairs there was the key in the door. I have no doubt at all that he had left it

In accordance with such zeal, by reducing the external world to a matter of faith, he wanted merely to open a little door for faith in general, and to prepare the credit for that which was afterwards actually to be offered on credit; just as if, to introduce paper money, we tried to appeal to the fact that the value of the ringing coin depended merely on the stamp the State put on it.

I'm Popeye the sailor man  dum dum I live in a cara-van  dum dum I op-en the door And fall-on the floor I'm Popeye the sailor man  dum dum

Fact: upon locking yourself our of your apartment you will immediately need to use the bathroom. Fact: and then you will stand in place and watch your door. You will just stare. As though rebuffed by it. As though it has done this to you.

Six hours later, when I returned, I was greeted at the door- and this before it was even opened -by the overpowering smell of vinegar. What were my neighbors thinking? That a douche-obsessed woman with a gigantic, three-foot vagina lived next door?

Lei vaga in una grande stanza con una porta in fondo, l'uscita dalla sua solitudine. Qualche volta vede la porta ma fa finta di niente, continua a vagare e lamentarsi a dire a se steso, starò sempre solo. Io invece vago in una stanza senza porte. Posso tutt'al più sognare una porta.

Narrow-eyed, Vane watched her go, watched her hips sway as she glided along. He remained in the archway until she reached her door. He heard it shut behind her. Slowly, very slowly, his features eased, then a Cynster smile tugged at his lips. If he couldn't escape fate, then, 'ipso facto,' neither could she. Which meant she would be his. The prospect grew more alluring by the minute.

Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.

In the Land of Memory the time is always Now . In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move. There is an Unfound Door (O lost) and memory is the key which opens it.

Atonement was powerful; it was the lock on the door you closed against the past.

Oh, there were all sorts of things to wonder about, but the truth was simple: here stood this door alone on an endless stretch of beach, and it was for only one of two things: opening or leaving closed.