Quotes About Stairs

mother to the stairs. "Can I ask you something?

Where do these stairs go? They go up!

It's yer wife, Connall! She'll be the death o' me, I'm sure. Between the scares with her accidents and—sweet Jesus! Me heart stopped when she tripped up on the stairs in the keep, then again when she tumbled down the chapel steps, and then there's her shenanigans tonight. I'm sure I've aged ten years since she arrived and I'm an old man to begin with." "All

Helen ran down a flight of stairs at the back of the house and into the garden. In the darkness she stopped and stood trembling. It seemed to her that the world was full of meaningless people saying words.

Echoes of his boots fell from the upper stairs and met the ascending susurrus of a silk skirt.

Does a 'Stair-way' very much or does it depend upon the number pf steps and risers:

Mike took the stairs two at a time. He felt a small pang in his knee, an old injury from his hockey days. He'd had it operated on a few months ago by his friend, an orthopedic surgeon named David Gold. He told David that he didn't want to give up hockey and asked him if playing had caused the long-term damage. David gave him a prescription for Percocet and replied: "I don't get a lot of ex-chess players here—you tell me." He

A beige cat came down the stairs like caramel seeping out of a Caramilk bar.

All the people in the street had to rush up stairs and more stairs to close all their windows before the rain flew in. The laundry was being pulled in so violently that it screamed.

She was halfway up the stairs, the flashlight beam bobbing on the steps in front of her, when she heard a small sound. Mice. Please let it be mice. A funny thing to wish, considering how much she hated mice.

Stairs incorporate three pieces of geometry: rise, going, and pitch. The rise is the height between steps, the going is the step itself (technically, the distance between the leading edges, or nosings, of two successive steps measured horizontally), and the pitch is the overall steepness of the stairway.

The tall thief rushed down the stairs and grabbed her, swinging her around as he laughed. And I've been thinkin' you forgot me, he said, placing her on her feet once more. Just look at you! Tan and fit and wearin' the clothes of a Bazhir- Alanna looked up into his friendly hazel eyes and broke into tears.

The only other route was up the stairs. But at the bottom of the main staircase, where perhaps she had been for some time, sat Melissa Heart. She was wearing her angry face.

There was excitement and anticipation in her steps as she hurtled down the stairs full pelt. Not too late then, not yet. She had to get to Repple. Save Freddie, and the world. Simple.

While our mothers rode the escalators up to baggage claim, Jacob and I took the stairs, racing each other. "No fair," I said, as we started. "You've got longer legs." Jacob glanced over his shoulder at me, grabbed Mom's spillover purchases that I had stuffed into one of his extra carry-ons. "Take your excuses somewhere else, Trouble Magnet.

My wife will look after you, madam," he said. "I hope you'll be comfortable. Sleep well — pleasant dreams!" he added, with daring familiarity; then climbed the stairs slowly, feeling more like a slapped child than the hero of romance which he had imagined himself an hour before.

All the sounds on 'Trapped in the Closet' - the knockin' on the door, when I grab the keys, when I walk down the stairs, the car horns - we sampled all of those things around my house.

The mongoose I want under the stairs when the snakes slither by.

A man falls down a flight of stairs and somebody rushes over to him and asks, Did you miss a step? No, he answers, I hit every one of them!

She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or it was seven pairs of boots climbing up the stairs to find her.

Do you know how wizards like to be buried? Yes! Well, how? Granny Weatherwax paused at the bottom of the stairs. Reluctantly.

But I did not return until half past four this morning and I distinctly remember stubbing my toe on the stairs. I am as drunk as a skunk, Drumknott, which of course means skunks are just as drunk as I. I must say the term is unfamiliar to me, and I had not thought hitherto of skunks in this context, but Mustrum Ridcully was kind enough to enlighten me.

Normally he came up the stairs as if he hated every one of them.

As Jack began to climb the stairs, Fiona looked up at her new home. Five stories of stately mansion rose above her head. Heavy molding around the large windows and doors bespoke a quality and craftsmanship that was obvious even in the dim night. "Good God! It's massive!" Jack paused with his foot on the last step. "I do wish you'd keep those comments until we are in bed, love. I would appreciate them all the more there.