Quotes About Gate

the ancient key had been found for the ancient lock and the key remembered it's business and the lock remembered it's master so the gate was ravished opened

It 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.

Civilian notions about unreasonable search and seizure and warrants and probable cause stop at an army post main gate.

old man. He turned his head and looked north and south along the road and then craned his thick neck to glance back over his shoulder at the college gate. He was thirty yards away from me. The college gate itself was purely a ceremonial thing. Two tall brick pillars just rose up from a long expanse of tended lawn behind the sidewalk. Connecting the pillars was a high double gate made from iron bars bent

He glanced out the roll-up door. Bright morning sunshine. The gate, open. The street, empty. Maybe thirty

VIEWING HEAVEN'S GATE MOUNTAINS The River Chu cuts through the middle of heaven's gate, The green water flowing east reaches here then swirls. On either bank the blue hills face towards each other, The flatness of a lonely sail comes from by of the sun.

My path is full of petals–I have swept it for no others. My thatch gate has been closed–but opens now for you. It's a long way to the market, I can offer you little– Yet here in my cottage there is old wine for our cups.

Death is the gate of life.

I dare not say what that fate would be," interrupted the father, "or what my own, should I consent to assist you; but, though I am old, I have not quite forgotten to feel for others! They may oppress the few remaining years of my age, but the blooming days of youth should flourish; and they shall flourish, my children, if my power can aid you. Follow me to the gate; we will see whether my key cannot unfasten all the locks that hold it.

The first place that I can well remember, was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end. Over the hedge on one side we looked into a plowed field, and on the other we looked over a gate at our master's house, which stood by the roadside;

stone building at the back gate.

Oh look, here's Death at the gate! Punctual as ever.

I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.

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.

The free will of the door, as it were. All doors opened in both directions. She could not open the gate of herself a crack and peek out, and expect to still hold the fortress.

We mourn the loss of our little pet, And sigh o'er her hapless fate, For never more by the fire she'll sit, Nor play by the old green gate.

Whatever his feelings might have been, Laurie found aa vent for them in a long low whistle and the fearful prediction as they parted at the gate, Mark my words, Jo, you'll go next.

The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But does not talk my talk – I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind.

The moment I saw the gate I had a strong thought to turn around and throw myself headfirst down the steep stone steps or just let myself free-fall backward into the pillowy softness of eternity, and it wouldn't matter if I bumped and bounced like a cabbage all the way down until I hit the bottom and then rolled out to sea, because at least I'd be safe and dead.

One Tree Hill was my very first television audition; it was a fairytale. I feel really lucky to have that level of success right out of the gate.

We were mugged by some senior citizens on the way from the chopper to the main gate, but no great harm done; they were using vintage revolvers.

October began as a golden hour and ended with Samhain, the day when the worlds of the living and the dead opened to each other. There was no choice but to walk through the gate of time.

Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow; and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one observes when the dead are near.

If the way of heaven be narrow, it is not long; and if the gate be straight, it opens into endless life.