Quotes About Wooden box

My mother would put me on a wooden box at the stove and tell me to call her if certain things would happen. Like if the steam turns blue, that is danger!

The rain battered the cottage. Valkyrie risked a look up at Skulduggery. "What is it?" she whispered. "It's a box," he whispered back. "What kind of box?" "A wooden one." She gave him a look.

It has the pictures of my people, the books I love, the music I hear. I guess it is really just a wooden box to hold a life in, for days or decades, until someone else takes it over.

Arca means 'box' or 'wooden' in very old Spanish. It's a ceremonial container where you store jewelry or valuables, an empty space that can become pregnant with whatever music or meaning I give to it.

The body of Katherine de Valois, buried 1483, had been a grisly exhibit since she was dug up in 1502, when the chapel was demolished on the orders of Henry VII. Katherine's body was placed in a wooden box near her husband's tomb and Henry fully intended to have her reburied.

One of my prized possessions is a small wooden box with a special lock on it that is more than five hundred years old and works according to a secret code that my grandfather taught me. My grandfather learned it from his grandfather, and his grandfather learned it from his grandfather, and I would teach it to my grandchild if I thought that I would ever have a family of my own instead of living out the remainder of my days all alone in this world.

Just for a while": Death's opening chat-up line in His great seduction, before he drugged you with soporific comforts, distracted you with minor luxuries and ensnared you with long-term payment plans. Join the Rat Race "just for a while." Concentrate on your career "just for a while." Move in with your girlfriend "just for a while." Find a bigger place, out in the burbs "just for a while." Lie down in that wooden box "just for a while.

There's nowhere else to escape to ... Except in a wooden box, that is.

La madera era color café oscuro, o de tierra recién removida. La curva de la caja era perfecta, como las caderas de una mujer. Era eco sordo y rasgueo cantarín. Mi laúd. Mi alma tangible.