Quotes About Attic

Big Cyndi crossed the room with an agility that belied the bulk. She wrapped me in an embrace that made me feel as if I'd been mummified in wet attic insulation. In a good way. "Oh, Mr. Bolitar!" She started sniffling, a sound that brought images of moose mating on the Discovery Channel.

In the modern view, the pitched roof was itself a "dead concept," but equally unhealthy were all those other dead concepts that got stored underneath the gable, in the attic. For there is where the ghosts of our past reside: the bric-abrac and mementos that a lifetime collects; the love letters, photographs, and memories that clutter an attic and threaten to bear us back in time.

So here I am, she said dryly, scaring my two nieces to death with all the gruesome details I wanted to forget--and with a haunted dollhouse, so you tell me, up in the attic.

S? they had begun to walk about in a fabulous Paris, letting themselves be guided by the nighttime signs, following routes born of a clochard phrase, of an attic lit up in the darkness of a street's end, stopping in little confidential squares to kiss on the benches or look at the hopscotch game, those childish rites of a pebble and a hop on one leg to get into Heaven, Home.

They were in the attic, in the dark. Rain pounded down against the roof, encapsulating them in a wall of sound. They had their own world. And for once, he would not allow the consequences to ruin the moment.

clogged up the toilet, too), then deals with the receipts, a task as depressing as it sounds. Finally, he goes upstairs to the attic apartment where he lives. He pops a carton of frozen vindaloo into the microwave. Nine minutes, per the box's instructions. As he's standing

So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out.

While Owen Winter timidly made love to her brother in the attic room, Verity Cranton lay in her single bed, dreaming.

Todos tenemos un secreto encerrado bajo llave en el ático del alma. Éste es el mío.

We all have a secret buried under lock and key in the attic of our soul

Tots tenim un secret tancat amb clau a l'àtic de l'ànima.

Todos temos um segredo trancado a sete chaves no sótão da alma.

Wir alle haben im Dachgeschoss der Seele ein Geheimnis unter Verschluss.

Aleka is a poet-philosopher. The Attic is a meeting place where he lives and he has a secret society. They come and visit him and read his works. He then dies and they meet irregularly and continue the readings of his works, and from that learn their own, and become filled with this new passion for life. And they express it through music and form a band. We've put it in a fairy-tale setting.

I liked sleeping in the attic. There was no Crucifixion scene hanging at the foot of the bed to trouble me. There were no paintings at all, but the clean scent of linseed oil and the musk of the earth pigments. I liked my view of the New Church, and the quiet. No one came up except him. The girls did not visit me as they sometimes had in the cellar, or secretly search through my things. i felt alone there, perched high above the noisy household, able to see it from a distance.

The teeth sold to the fairies are tombstones in the graveyard of the fireflies. By their cold caught light you can make out the big house submerged in the backyard creek, thought-minnows spinning in motes in the attic. The lovely young parents, so long preserved, are showing signs of rot, the kitten named Princess, signs of invisibilty. But look, the old dolls are doing well; they smile and smile. And the witch? Darling, the witch was real.

Ensconced in the attic, she was producing somewhat lopsided and slippery pieces of sculpture out of an acrid-smelling yellow soap and appearing in a flowered smock and an artistic trance at mealtimes.

Someone put opera on inside the house. Someone changed it to hip-hop, thank God. Someone started a shower. Someone vacuumed. Again. Life. In all its mundane majesty. And you couldn't take advantage of it if you were sitting on your ass in the shadows... whether it was in actuality, or metaphorically because you were trapped in an attic's darkness.

My grandmother was a psychiatrist and possibly the ultimate of all skeptics. But even she couldn't explain the strange noises we so often heard in the attic.

A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.

He keeps an axe in his attic." "Everyone does

But you couldn't argue with an axe in the attic.

Perhaps the sorrow was not, after all, emanating from the attic, but from her.

Nothing is more charming than the glow of happiness amid squalor. There is a rose-tinted attic in all our lives.