Quotes About Door

I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison

Though you forget the way to the Temple, There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not. You shall not deny the Stranger.

Barbayat, the Grey Lady lived on the mountain's side, though not consistently, and it was well known that some people who went looking for her did not find her, while others who would rather have kept out of her way, stumbled on her door by accident.

She hurried to the front door, opened it, and stepped onto the porch. Dark cumulus clouds hovered low over the town, and a warm wind whipped through the trees, carrying stray leaves and dust through the street.

When something is Festering on your memory or in your imagination, laws of silence don't work, it's just like shutting a door and locking it on a house on fire in hope of forgetting that the house is burning. But not facing a fire doesn't put it out. Silence about a thing just magnifies it. It grows and festers in silence, becomes malignant...

Negarse a que el acto delicado de girar el picaporte, ese acto por el cual todo podría transformarse, se cumpla con la fría eficacia de un reflejo cotidiano.

Me tiré contra la puerta antes de que fuera demasiado tarde, la cerré de golpe apoyando el cuerpo; felizmente la llave estaba puesta de nuestro lado y además corrí el gran cerrojo para mas seguridad. Fui a la cocina, calenté la pavita, y cuando estuve de vuelta con la bandeja del mate le dije a Irene: - Tuve que cerrar la puerta del pasillo. Han tomado la parte del fondo.

and stepped into the hall, sealing the door and the voices of the children behind her. A blast of quiet that felt like noise;

He was facing an open door. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. He stepped into the stars. It hit him in the lungs first, shoving the breath from his chest. A feeling of pure physical panic, as if he'd stepped onto nothing, onto the night sky itself.

There may not be time.' Strax said, 'to conduct a full surveillance regime according to prescribed regulations in order to formulate a coherent strategy of the best method to effect entry.' 'That's true,' Madame Vastra agreed. 'So I suggest you simply break down this door.

So how do you make your exit?" she asked. "In a puff of smoke? Or do you just vaporize?" He grinned at her. "Much as I hate to be a crushing disappointment to you, I reckon I'll just take the door.

But again, to dealing with border security, is an issue that - it's like having a fire in the back of your house that you need to put out first before you talk about who, who you're going to let in the front door.

That's the way God works-one small key opens a big door.

I read your explanation.——It fell at my feet during the first vacation days. I was startled. I fastened the door and flew through the flaming lines as a frightened owl flies through a burning wood——I believe I read most of it with my eyes shut.

Vanessa's eyes widened as Grandma slammed the door.

There came a brisk knock on the door that internally connected the two rooms. Seth hustled over. "What's the password?" "Passwords are for sissies," Warren's muffled voice responded. "Works for me," Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it. "The

Be brief and polite," the man added in a confidential tone. He winked and exited, closing the door.

The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest. Vasher walked in. 'Start reaching for that sword when you're startled,' he said. 'There's little reason to grab your shirt, unless you're planning to rip it off.

He sat staring at the door for a long time. He wasn't wearing a hat, which meant he had to just be himself. The true him, the one that knew this pain. They'd ridden together on many a dusty path. This pain had been his invisible friend since childhood. The pain of knowing what he really was. The pain of being worthless.

Kelsier rapped lightly on the door, and Dockson strolled over, pulling it open. "And he makes his stunning entry!" Kelsier announced, sweeping into the room, throwing back his mistcloak. Dockson snorted, shutting the doors. "You're truly a wonder to behold, Kell. Particularly the soot stains on your knees.

I'd gone on such a rampage that I would have made the proverbial bull in the proverbial china shop look unproverbially good by proverbial comparison. (Personally, I don't even know how he'd fit through the door. Proverbially.)

Behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it… (Revelation 3:8).

Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out the window.

on so short an acquaintance remains shut up in his breast.  His mother, I know, went to his door