Quotes About Door

Haley remembered another bit of Irish wisdom, something her dad said all the time: "Never bolt your door with a boiled carrot!" She

Allowing yourself to be a conduit for opportunity requires a brand new outlook on life. Lady fortune cannot enter a locked door, you know. And contrary to that wellknown saying, she has rarely been known to knock

When she walked through the door, the sidewalk swayed beneath her feet as if blown by a light breeze, and she stumbled against Dells, who grabbed her before she could fall. "Whoopsy daisy," he said. "Beware of the sidewalk. It's meaner than it looks." "I like whiskey," Harper informed him solemnly. "But not this much whiskey.

When they reached the door, she dug in her bag for the keys, finding the keyring after some searching, and holding it up triumphantly. "Women," Dells informed her, "need smaller bags." "Men need to keep their opinions to themselves," Harper replied.

It's small wonder that humans dream in myth and in art about other worlds, because we all have the experience of inhabiting one world and, as we are taught language, of walking through a door into another. Even physicists are obsessed with the idea of a multiverse. But we already live in one.

He swings the knocker against the door. The entire building booms like a drum. It continues booming after he lets go, banging like a clock striking the hour, rattling like a great tin drum.

He answered with a smile. The darkest and most malignant I had ever seen, too strong to be voluntary. The door, I thought. The door. But I didn't dare turn to it, in case it wasn't there.

The stormy night turned the window of Lucy's room into a door;

At that memory, it seemed to Gilles that he opened a door into an empty house that had been firelit once, and now was naked rafters under the sky.

You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are but you must approach each man by the right door.

When I am alone You'll come back to me It's happened before It's called memory I'm not even sure If I know where to start But starting is second First we must part I'm too tired now To fight anymore We're saying goodbye At the innermost door

Hello," he said, not missing a beat. "Glad you could make it. Alice, I understand you burned our door in half." "Quentin helped.

Why it's simply impassible! Alice: Why, don't you mean impossible? Door: No, I do mean impassible. (chuckles) Nothing's impossible!

Why it's simply impassible! Alice: Why, don't you mean impossible? Door: No, I do mean impassible. (chuckles) Nothing's impossible!

Trickster is among other things the gatekeeper who opens the door into the next world; those who mistake him for a psychopath never even know such a door exists.

You are the door at the edge of the world. You are the door that opens onto a sea of stars.

Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home - they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space. There is warmth there too - a hearth. I sit down with a book and I am warm.

Dark woke out of his sleeping nightmare and into his waking nightmare. He had dreamed of a door closing and closing.

There's no dark like it. It's soft to the touch and heavy in the hands. You can open your mouth and let it sink into you 'till it makes a close ball in your belly. You can juggle with it, dodge it, swim in it. You can open it like a door.

The line between life and death is a couple of inches at most. The width of a door that connects two rooms.

If I rush at this relationship it's because I fear for it. I fear you have a door I cannot see and that any minute now the door will open and you'll be gone. Then what? (...) You said, 'I'm going to leave.' I thought, Yes, of course you are, you're going back to your shell. I am an idiot. I've done it again and I said I'd never do it again.

Houses were never sanctuaries. The Gestapo often conducted their arrests between midnight and five in the morning. It appeared that at any instant the door could open, allowing a cold breath of night air to blow in, and three friendly Germans with revolvers.

But a man's character is his fate... and in the end there isn't any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or gloving the knuckles.

Telkens als hij de nieuwe, slotloze deur van De Becker passeerde, stak hij haar zonder te kloppen open, brulde keihard 'Onnozelaar!' en smakte haar even keihard weer dicht