Quotes About Room

You know, boy, people criticise Stalin, but you've got to say this for him: he lived like a worker. Not like Beria – he thought he was a prince. But Comrade Stalin's room was a plain man's room. You've got to say that for Stalin. He was always one of us.

Dead silence filled the room. Five Whitecloaks stood in the middle of the floor, studiously being ignored by the folk at the tables.

But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it…love has been rosy red in it…births have been here…all the passions…all the hopes. It is full of wraths.

She loved that quaint, little old room intensely; it was almost like a living thing to her - a sharer in gladness - a comforter in sorrow.

There are so many things in this room and all so splendid that there is no scope for imagination. That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

They do not use lasers, they do not use radio, they do not use hyperwave. What are they using for communication? Telepathy? Written messages? Big mirrors? Parrots, Louis suggested. He got up to join them at the door to the control room. Huge parrots, specially bred for their oversized lungs. They're too big to fly. They just sit on hilltops and scream at each other.

If you can find a way to stabilize this structure, do so. Sure, your people could use the room. If you should stabilize the Ringworld with help from my equipment, I want credit. I may want to ask a reward. Valavirgillin snarled and choked off a reply. Louis said quickly, You'll get the credit you deserve.

Time to leave the party; Time to reach for me; Time to give me room to breathe.

One room, two beds, babe. That's the best I can do.

Edward suggested we stick all the pictures on the walls of the dining room. "And put pin holes in your nice clean walls," I said. "Don't be barbaric," Edward said. "We'll use sticky putty.

The desk lamp was the only light in the room. The vampire had requested the overheads be turned out. His name was Sabin, and he stood against the far wall, huddling in the dark. He was covered head to foot in a black, hooded cape. He looked like something out of an old Vincent Price movie. I'd never seen a real vampire dress like that. The

The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated." And the room exploded into noise.

Right now, I couldn't have cared less if someone had waltzed across the room in a large flower costume with a sign saying GET YOUR BLACK TULIPS HERE. Every nerve in my body was on man-alert, screaming, incoming!

Ghosts are waiting in the shadows of the room, patient dull shimmers. The others can see them, too, I know it. We're all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark.

I'm fighting the shock of having a guest in my room. I almost kick her out because it's going to hurt too much when my room is empty again.

the gun that had done me the kindness of jamming or misfiring, had skidded halfway across the room, and Vince bent over and reached for it, than thought better of it and used his foot instead.

was thinking about getting myself a VCR. I could see any movie I wanted any time of the day, and it doesn't cost but two or three dollars to rent one. But it's not the same, watching on your own set in your own room, and on a bitty TV screen. It's like the difference between praying at home and in church.

A mathematician is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat which isn't there.

I have not let myself be stultified by science, whose highest goal is to furnish a 'waiting room', which it would be best to tear down.

When I began in 1960, individuality wasn't an accepted thing to look for; it was about species-specific behaviour. But animal behaviour is not hard science. There's room for intuition.

She burst into her hotel room pulling her blouse over her head with one hand while she yanked her shoes off with the other. No way was she going to face an alien invasion in heels and silk.

Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room.("Hair")

Books are delightful society. If you go into a room and find it full of books - even without taking them from the shelves they seem to speak to you, to bid you welcome.

The house was full of murmuring voices. I could practically feel each room getting choked with the hot breath of other people.