Quotes About Gate

Their businesses were among the approximately sixty dental practices here, mainly concentrated in a three-block area, all within easy walking distance of the border gate.

And then she grew uneasy and full of gloom and thought to herself that if the child were joy yet was it a new gate for sorrow to enter by, too, and so is every child...

That kind of thing is stopped at the gate, just like plastic gift baskets and irony.

The truck pulled through, and the gate was locked behind it. "Well, that's all we can do here," Caleb said in a relieved tone. "My God, do I need a decaf cappuccino after this nightmare of an evening." Stone said, "We need to get inside the fence." "Right," Reuben agreed. "Are you both insane!" Caleb cried out.

I called a cab, still in my towel. I jumped in the cab before it had even stopped at the gate. I actually said, The nearest library with a cutting-edge professional grief- and trauma-therapy section, and step on it.

Well, then, go you into hell? BEATRICE No, but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and say 'Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven; here's no place for you maids:' so deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long.

This is a lot of knocking! Come to think of it, if a man were in charge of opening the gates of hell to let people in, he would have to turn the key a lot.

Not everybody can enter an open door. Even the gates of heaven have limited slots during the open season.

Dreams out of the ivory gate, and visions before midnight. —SIR THOMAS BROWNE,

It was planned that they should be met, with their retinue, at the main gate, that they should descend from their carriage, and that the school's most industrious and meritorious pupil would read them a loyal address. When the day came, the weather was not fine.

My life is a wasted thing, My garden and fields have long been buried under weeds. What am I to do so late in my years But sing away and let alone the imperial gate of gold?

matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

This is St. Peter's

limousine swung off the road and drove through a gate

The result was a spectacular cemetery with an Egyptian gate and fence that surrounded lakes, winding paths, and lush foliage. People were ecstatic, and throngs of famous and ordinary city dwellers went there to walk, meditate, and play. "Cemeteries are all the 'rage'; people lounge in them and use them (as their tastes are inclined) for walking, making love, weeping, sentimentalizing, and everything in short," an Englishman wrote after he toured Mount Auburn.

ever mention the opportunistic diseases that actually felled the victims. They never mention that these diseases galloped in through the open gate of a collapsed immune system – collapsed because of Aids.

As she ran off, Aly and Cass sank to the ground, exhaling with relief. I looked back the way we'd come. I could see through the gate and down a long, sloped path to the city plaza. Marco was nowhere in sight.

A brother don't need a gate – he jumps the fence. That's street.' 'Again, please?' said Howard. 'Street, street,' bellowed Zora. It's like, "being street", knowing the street – in Levi's sad little world if you're a Negro you have some kind of mysterious holy communion with sidewalks and corners.

A referendum magnifies the worst aspects of an already imperfect system—democracy—channeling a dazzlingly wide variety of issues through a very narrow gate. It has

I have become a gate To the ruined city, dry, / Indestructible by fire.

I think of novels in architectural terms. You have to enter at the gate, and this gate must be constructed in such a way that the reader has immediate confidence in the strength of the building.

In November, at winter's gate, the stars are brittle. The sun is a sometime friend. And the world has tucked her children in, with a kiss on their heads, till spring.

I don't suppose this gate's been opened for years." "Why hasn't somebody bought it?" Barbara wanted to know. "Ghosts," replied Mr. Pinthorpe tersely. "At least, that's what I heard. Shouldn't have told you that, I don't suppose." "I'm not frightened of ghosts," said Barbara stoutly.

Vienna is the gate to Eastern Europe.