Quotes About Door

I'm sorry! I just... I have this thing about opening stuff. I see a door or a lid that's closed, I just gotta open it! Our family therapist says I'm obsessive-compulsive.

How concrete everything becomes in the world of the spirit when an object, a mere door, can give images of hesitation, temptation, desire, security, welcome and respect. If one were to give an account of all the doors one has closed and opened, of all the doors one would like to re-open, one would have to tell the story of one's entire life.

Mama," Peter cried. She didn't look up. The door shut.

Should I tell you that my room is walled up?...In what way might I leave it? Here is how: Goodwill knows no obstacle; nothing can stand before deep desire. I have only to imagine a door, a door old and good, like in the kitchen of my childhood, with an iron latch and bolt. There is no room so walled up that it will not open with such a trusty door, if you have but the strength to insinuate it.

As a bull roars when feeding in the field, so roared the goodly door touched by the key and open flew before her.

My father also likes to slam the front door from time

With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know.

he upended his suitcase just inside the door and balanced the three glasses on top of it. It was a simple booby trap but it would give him all the warning he needed.

Her attention remained divided between the page in her hand and, fifty feet away, the closed bedroom door.

And did you have to hack his arms off?" "Yes, I did. He wouldn't go through the door." "You say it like you're proud of it. I was proud of it. It was an example of quick thinking in a difficult situation.

Kate stood by the door with her arms crossed. That was an anti-Curran pose. What the hell was the Beast Lord doing here? I padded to the door. "First, you didn't come home." Curran's voice held zero humor. "Second, I'm told that my mate is lingering in Raphael's house. There can't be any good reason for you to be here." "Are you spying on me, Your Furriness?" Kate asked.

At the door, Audrey called, Are you coming? No, just breathing hard, love. He glanced at her and was rewarded by an outraged glare, followed by, Oh, my God!

We need a barn or one of those storage areas for the Broken vehicles. A garage? He gave her a short nod. A private, relatively remote location, with thick walls to dampen the sound and preferably a sturdy door I could bolt from the inside, keeping your grandmother, your brothers, and all other painfully annoying spectators out... Rose began to laugh. A make-out bunker... I'm glad you find our dilemma hilarious

Shifting in the hospital bed had blown her closet door wide open.

Cornelius opened the car door and cautiously peered out. "Yes?" I asked. "Checking to see if it's safe to come out." Everyone was a comedian. I sighed and went into my office.

You want me to give her a key?" the guy asked. "I want you to give her a possibility," she told him, looking at my necklace again. "And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance. You know?

He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. "You want to tell me what this is?" he demanded. "It's a door, Jace," said Clary.

It may be that in the belief of the possibility of redemption, people willingly do wrong. Redemption waits, like a side door, there in whatever court of judgement we eventually find ourselves. Not even the payment of a fine is demanded, simply the empty negotiation that absolves responsibility.

A Book of Prophecy opens the door. You need a second book to close it.

Morning brought fury to my door in several forms.

Only fools skirmish in their backyard when war is knocking down their front door.

To unlock the heavy outer door and to walk into the hushed interior, with the morning light spilling from the high windows on to the waiting books, gave her such pleasure that she would have worked for nothing.

I left the door open so I could hear the music, grabbed my clippers and went out to play in the garden~~the best place to count my many blessings. And then I though, if I can't get through one door, I'll try the next, or I'll go through a window. Something good is going to happen. Red-Letter days are not provided by others....

Too many!' James shouted, and slammed the door behind him.