Quotes About Stairs

Wigs were formerly used instead of brooms in Ireland for sweeping or dusting tables, stairs, etc. The Editor doubted the fact till he saw a labourer of the old school sweep down a flight of stairs with his wig; he afterwards put it on his head again with the utmost composure, and said, 'Oh, please your honour, it's never a bit the worse.

You talk of falling in love as if it were a terrible fall: for my part, I should pity a person much more for falling down stairs.

He'd done his walls with paint from Holy Basil. God, I yearned for their colors. I hadn't been able to afford them myself but I knew their color chart like the back of my hand. His hall was done in Gangrene, his stairs in Agony and his living room--unless I was very much mistaken--in Dead Whale. Colors I personally very much approved of.

Sometimes they cried out at night, small thin cries that never woke them. The sound would stop as she started up the stairs, however softly, and when she reached their rooms she would find them all quietly asleep, the source of the cry hiding in silence, like a cricket. Just her coming was enough to still the creature.

Then the Old Man of the Earth stooped over the floor of the cave, raised a huge stone from it, and left it leaning. It disclosed a great hole that went plumb-down. That is the way, he said. But there are no stairs. You must throw yourself in. There is no other way.

Then held a match to the carpet on the stairs and, once it started burning, raised a finger, like, Quiet, through me runs the power of recent dark experiences.

A nice quick workout is the stairs; it takes me five minutes to do 24 floors.

You think Earth's gravity is really something when you're climbing the stairs. But, as far as physics goes, it is a pipsqueak, infinitesimal, tiny little effect.

Just a tiny bit of effort leaves me exhausted. Sometimes I just go up the stairs to my room, and I feel tired.

i got the fear deep inside. breathing hard, i stumble up the stairs avoiding inquisitive eye contact. the darker you are, the harder you die and they don't never care. i need to rest.

We were young. We were bored. And the old electroshock therapy machine was just under the stairs in a box next to the Hoover.

This is the point. One technology doesn't replace another, it complements. Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.

Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators

Faith goes up the stairs that love has built and looks out the windows which hope has opened.

The best time of love, is when one goes up the stairs.

If you want to buy my wares Follow me and climb the stairs... Love for sale.

The creatures came up the stairs a few at a time, pausing to sit up and sniff the air. Their eyes glinted in the darkness.They were a foot long. They were covered in moth-eaten grey fur and they had enormous fangs and big bushy tails, and there were maybe twenty of them, chittering from all around. Vampire crack squirrels, thought James, and wished he hadn't.

Basher shook his head. "No, we climbed in through a ground-floor guest bedroom all ninja-like. Snuck up the back stairs." "Then you might be the cavalry," said Tom, "but I'm Santa Claus. Let's go downstairs and open some presents.

Okay, well, if you do want to come with me, Luce, I'll be in the hall." He went to the door, paused, and grinned back at me. "And don't forget to sign the statement!" With that, he was pattering down the stairs.

We climb three flights of warped stairs and walk into a whoosh of body heat and

It was the Tower. The Dark Tower. It stood on the horizon of a vast plain the color of blood in the violent setting of a dying sun. He couldn't see the stairs which spiraled up and up and up within its brick shell, but he could see the windows which spiraled up along that staircase's way, and saw the ghosts of all the people he had ever known pass through them. Up and up they marched, and an arid wind brought him the sound of voices calling his name.

It's late. Need place to rehearse Dead Guy. I lie at bottom of stairs. Wife comes home. Do I break character? Never. She dials shrink.

Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood in the tunnel of sleeplessness.

The duplex had an attic—not the finished kind where there's a guest room and a spot for out-of-season clothes, but the creepy kind where you've got to pull a set of folding stairs out of the ceiling to get up there.