Quotes About Chair

I watched as Brian led Ivan to a dental chair, which was bolted to the floor and apparently complete with the hydraulic lifting function. It had also been slightly modified with a set of metal-mesh restraints for hands, feet, chest, and head, and these my brother fastened carefully onto our guest, whistling tunelessly the while, not quite loud enough to cover the sound of Ivan's nasty wet whimpering.

I had just settled into Ms. Stein's chair when my cell phone rang. I glanced at the screen, which told me that the call was from Rita. I answered. "Hello?" "Dexter, hi, it's me," she said. "That was my first guess," I told her. "What? Oh. Anyway, listen," she said, which didn't seem necessary, since I was. "The doctor says I'm ready to come home, so can you come get us?

for his reelection because he obviously sympathized with those who, like herself, were hard of hearing. Following the press conference, Edward chaired a

A few steps from the dais, we stop. I see flashes of stunned faces on both sides of the aisle, and most of all, I see the Imperator suddenly frozen in his golden chair, his expression turned to stone, a frown gathering.

A pioneering figure in the past, the future was the president of the present. You are sitting. But the future wants your chair. She is demanding.

My husband wanted one of those big-screen TVs for his birthday. So I just moved his chair closer to the one we have already.

The thing that strikes me is that I've cut myself off a really different version of this, then, because I thought I had ended this problem. And it just came around from behind much worse, Because the way I was always phrasing it was in terms of a posteriori knowledge - that is, empirical knowledge, which is all sophisticated versions of, you kno, 'Is this chair real?' It's that sort of simplistic philosophical thing, it's sort of a kind of solipsism.

One of the things people generally admire about Van Gogh, even though they were not always aware of it, was the way he could make even a chair seem to have anxiety in it.

the foot of his chair.

Tony sat in the only chair, a large, overstuffed, ripped and torn chair that had huge wings that made it look as if it was going to close itself around Tony and somehow swallow and digest him and he would end up on a shelf somewhere in the dark and dusty corner of a secondhand furniture store staring back at the cat sitting on the floor staring up at him, a not-for-sale sign hanging from his chest.

Then there are the books that shine in my memory, milestones along the horizontal course of my life. I remember not just the books themselves but the chair I sat in, the shoes I wore, the woman I loved, what song was on the charts at the time. None of which makes them good books, exactly, although all of them are — it just means that they are mine. They really happened.

As I was sitting in my chair, I knew the bottom wasn't there, Nor legs nor back, but I just sat, Ignoring little things like that.

The trick with computers I think, is to approach old and new things with the same reverence as you would like your favourite chair and not be seduced by the constant innovation otherwise you never do anything.

We're all just passing time and occupy our chair very briefly.

How did he break the chair? Does he have a foul temper? Did he throw it?" "He broke it by sitting on it," Lillian said with a scowl. "Cousin Eustace is rather l-large boned," Evie admitted.

The vinyl cushioned seat on his chair let out a long windy sigh like a mule when its packs are unloaded.

It's a rational sort of fear that puts a lawn chair down in the front of your thoughts and brings a cooler of drinks along with it.

meant to go down to the water and sit in the dock chair, let the blissful tranquility of the lake

The lines of her tears sparkled on her cheeks. I am a prisoner here, she said. I took the chair across from her and watched her cry. I sat upright, one hand on the table's surface and the other around my drink. I felt the ecstasy of a dancer, but I kept still.

No, sir. Now that his lordship is here, though, we can proceed. I'll tell Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart; he's to chair the proceeding.

Then came the sound of a single pair of footsteps, and then the whoosh and creak of someone settling heavily into a chair. There was silence for a moment. Then Lord John said "You can get up now, if you wish. I am supposing that you are not in fact prostrate with shock," he added, ironically. "Somehow I suspect that a mere murder would not be sufficient to discompose a woman who could deal single-handedly with a typhoid epidemic.

The phone rang. I picked it up. "Are you sitting down?" Curran's voice asked. "Yes." "Good." Click. I listened to the disconnect signal. If he wanted me to sit, then I'd stand. I got up. The chair got up with me and I ended up bent over my desk, with the chair stuck to my butt. I grabbed the edge of the chair and tried to pull it off. It remained stuck. I would murder him. Slowly. And I'd enjoy every second of it.

Ideas about our own self-worth are no more real than thoughts about an imaginary chair.

Here on a golden chair was seated the prince of Wales in a lovely ermine cloak and a small but costly crown.