Quotes About Walls

Darkness. The door into the neighboring room is not quite shut. A strip of light stretches through the crack in the door across the ceiling. People are walking about by lamplight. Something has happened. The strip moves faster and faster and the dark walls move further and further apart, into infinity. This room is London and there are thousands of doors. The lamps dart about and the strips dart across the ceiling. And perhaps it is all delirium ...

Night was overtaking Offord's bailey, ragged fingers of darkness climbing the walls and creeping out of the corners.

Less gossiping, more learning. Less complaining, more excelling. Less walls, more bridges. Less fear, more courage

Even though no threat had revealed itself, it seemed important to eliminate any possible moment of silence. As if somehow the blankness of the walls fed off of silence, and that something might appear in the spaces between our words if we were not careful. Had I expressed this anxiety to the psychologist, she would have been worried, I know. But I was more attuned to solitude than any of us, and I would have characterized that place in that moment of our exploration as watchful.

After the last swallow, the glass walls, deprived of humidity, decompose rather quickly, obliging drinkers to order another round immediately.

As if somehow the blankness of the walls fed off of silence, and that something might appear in the spaces between our words if we were not careful.

the tower was breathing. The tower breathed, and the walls when I went to touch them carried the echo of a heartbeat Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and they were not made of stone but of living tissue

As if somehow the blankness of the walls fed off of silence, and that something might appear in the spaces between words if we were not careful.

The walls of your comfort zone are lovingly decorated with your lifelong collection of favorite excuses.

There was ancient dust in the folds of the bed curtains and on the speckled, gilt picture frames on the walls, and enough dirt in the rug bedside the bed to sprout seed.

I went about my house hold duties, convinced that the Grange had but one sensible soul in its walls, and that lodged in my body.

To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred — The Bushes — they were Bells — I could not find a Privacy From Nature's sentinels — In Cave if I presumed to hide The Walls — begun to tell — Creation seemed a mighty Crack — To make me visible —

Waxman had books: three walls of books, which started one shelf off the deck in case of damp or storm, a tactic learned the hard way, the most bitter lesson being a water-damaged first edition of Ulysses. The Irish version.

If you wish your house to be well managed, imitate the Spartan Lycurgus. For as he did not fence his city with walls, but fortified the inhabitants by virtue and preserved the city always free;35 so do you not cast around (your house) a large court and raise high towers, but strengthen the dwellers by good-will and fidelity and friendship, and then nothing harmful will enter it, not even if the whole band of wickedness shall array itself against it.

Compassion removes the walls of mistrust and builds bridges of hope, trust and beliefs.

Stippling the white-washed walls with dancing shades and quavers. A bed-post, grown colossal, jigs about the ceiling, And shadows, strangely altered, stain the walls, revealing Eagles, and rabbits, and weird faces pulled awry, And hands which fetch and carry things incessantly.

Behind each wall are ears listening

Reinforced concrete buildings are by nature skeletal buildings. No noodles nor armoured turrets. A construction of girders that carry the weight, and walls that carry no weight. That is to say, buildings consisting of skin and bones.

dreaming backwards can carry a man through some dark rooms where the walls seem lined with razor blades.

Ryan saw the art and honor in creating smooth new walls and ceilings, enclosing the spaces in which people work and live.

The fire of their passion for one another darts around the small compartment like a bat, its blood-warmed wings beating helplessly against the smooth plastic walls.

Bars of sunlight cast through rents in the walls made motes of dust glitter where they yet hung in the air.

The whitewashed walls were so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness.

Edward suggested we stick all the pictures on the walls of the dining room. "And put pin holes in your nice clean walls," I said. "Don't be barbaric," Edward said. "We'll use sticky putty.