Quotes About Door

Opportunities in life would keep knocking, it depends how much patience you have answering all those door bells.

I do not think I would make a fit wife either. Not that my door is battered down. Apparently the market for disgraced sorceresses is thin.

feet, the guards' heads jerked towards the door.

Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.

She reached the door and added, 'Myfanwy says you drink too much rum. I think she was right.' 'It's my aftershave.' 'Well, then, you drink too much aftershave.

Si la felicidad llama a tu puerta, no la dejes escapar.

I often think that there is, in every life, some haunted room that you never want to go into, and that you do your best to forget was there at all. You will never break in that door with your mind, or with your will. Only with the gentle coaxing of the imagination will that door be opened to you and will you be given the gift back again of a part of yourself that either you or someone else had forced you to drive away and reject.

Lucas asked. She turned to a door recessed into a short hallway and shouted, "Hey, Tommy. There

a few times, and then pushed the screen door open. "Let's go," Stern said. As they crossed the porch

ANSON PALMER'S STREET was a working persons' street, not many people around midday. Lawrence had pushed her hair up under a baseball cap, walked up the driveway, around Palmer's car to the back door. She knocked on it, and waited.

I opened the door for him; he took off like a furry heat-seeking slobber missile.

On the other side of the door, literally and figuratively, were ambassadorial staff and experts and advisors, from Earth, from the Colonial Union, and from the Conclave. If one was quiet, one could feel their combined howling frustration at not being in the room at the moment.

He smiled at her as a man might smile at a memory. Then he went out and closed the door gently behind him. Kate sat staring at the door. Her eyes were desolate.

Let us not mock God with metaphor, Analogy, sidestepping, transcendence; Making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the Faded credulity of earlier ages: Let us walk through the door.

I focused the power from my armor into my leg and kicked the door in. The metal and plastic fibers splintered and the hinges ripped free from the wall. "By the way, boss," HARV said. "I believe that the door was unlocked.

When you get into a hotel room, you lock the door, and you know there is a secrecy, there is a luxury, there is fantasy. There is comfort. There is reassurance.

But, when she was alone, someone rapped on the door and she found herself on her feet, knife in hand, before she had time to reason with her fear.

Ideas can be life-changing. Sometimes all you need to open the door is just one more good idea.

And nothing reminds me so much of the monthly parts of Notre-Dame de Paris, and of various books by Gérard de Nerval, that used to hang outside the grocer's door at Combray,

he arrived; and on hearing his ring at the door I felt myself liberated from my obsessions. I knew that, if they were stronger than I, he was stronger than they, and my attention was diverted from them and concentrated on him who would have to settle them.

Ja, her står vi nå andektige foran en slitt blå dør og vi vet ikke hvor den fører. Døren bærer spor etter menneskehender. Låsen er treg. Vi hører hvordan den knirker. Den vil ikke gi etter, den er gammel og rusten. Døren vil ikke opp. Og her, foran denne forseglede blå døren, slås vi unektelig av tanken: Hvem var det som sist gikk gjennom denne døren? Hvem låste den sist? Hva skjuler seg bak den?

I bought a talking refrigerator that said "Oink" every time I opened the door. It made me hungry for pork chops.

Darkness is but a door, scary not because it opens, but out of fear that it will never close

A gust of wind doesn't suddenly bang a door open. A clock doesn't chime. The phone doesn't ring. Yet in the next instant the stillness breaks as if it is crystal.