Quotes About Room

Crumpled taffeta and crushed satin gave the room an eerie look, as if a magic spell had been cast and people had simply dropped in their tracks.

For a moment it seemed incomprehensible to me that anyone would build a whole city when all that was needed was a room for her.

She loved her room. She had window seats and shutters, flowered wallpaper, and a bed with too many pillows. Her mother called the decor "romance and drama," and said the room looked like it belonged to a fairy princess.

Their secrets inadvertently sidestepped each other, unaware, like blindfolded elephants crossing the tiny room.

The rain persists, an amniotic fluid, the perfect environment for reading in a room, a womb of one's own.

So he's got an attitude problem," Alysha said. "I get that. But he'll never stop having an attitude problem if we don't give him the breathing room to stop reacting to years of frustration and bitterness. I got him to come. Now it's up to all of us to make sure he keeps coming.

To make room for God to fill the vessel of our soul, we have to begin moving out some of the unnecessary clutter that continually accumulates there like the junk drawer in your kitchen.

They had this large, cluttered room—come to think of it, they called it the war room.

Paul is rolled into the operating room and put to sleep with general anesthesia.

Delgado had a room on the third floor next door at the West Bay Inn. She was at the Neptune. Both were low-end motels half-filled with tourists from up north looking

off the bedroom was a smaller adjoining chamber, or supper room, about twelve by nine feet

It was as if all the books in her room had been feeding on her, had consumed – not nourished – her.

I saw an oxygen tank in the cluttered room—what had been Atkins's "study," as his son had explained, now converted for a deathwatch.

Kallie entered through from the livery yard, to the right of the group. She carried the bantha prod from the Jabe incident, the latest in a series of items she was returning to the tack room in her ongoing effort to see Ben. She saw her dashing hero, all right—standing uneasily, with Veeka perched lasciviously on the counter with a leg on either side of him.

He's sitting in his room right now writing some foolishness. I says, `What's that you writing now, boy?' And he say, `I'm writing about being a weenie vendor.' Ain't that terrible? Who want to read a story like that? You know how much he brought home from that weenie place today? Four dollars. How I'm gonna pay off that man?

Well, it's a useful room." "Yes, I guess it's useful, all right.

You could do anything in your room at college. You could smoke pot live in a coed dorm have a girl. But you couldn't have a . . . hot plate!

I never go back and listen to the recorded document. The thrill comes when the balance can be attained. Everyone in the room can have a shared, communal rock experience.

That awkward moment when your used-to-be-friend starts talking about you to your right-now-friend when your in the motherfu..ing room.

Don't let anyones negativity stop you from being happy. Negative company will never give you a positive life. Examine what you tolerate. Every time you subtract negative from your life, you make room for more positive. Happiness is found around encouraging, loving people.

Life is like a room and we are the painters. You can either choose to paint your room bright or dull, but always remember that it is where you'll always sleep.

Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.

For 'The scent of yoga' she chose Black Lapsang because its smoky opening always made her think of incense and sacred spaces- which is what she tried to create in her former dining room, but without using joss sticks because she didn't think they went well with deep breathing. She closed her eyes as the perfume developed to reveal its Assam-tea middle note, which made her think immediately of that first yoga breakfast with Shirlee and Maxine and the yogi bears.

He can feel Death in the room, hovering in the shadows, over there beside the door, head averted, but watching all the same, always watching. It is waiting, biding its time. It will slide forward on skinless feet, with breath of damp ashes, to take her, to clasp her in its cold embrace, and he, Hamnet, will not be able to wrest her free.