Quotes About Room

What are you doing?" – Abigail "We tore my room up, remember? I don't want to sleep with a big hole over my head. Plaster or something might fall down and scare me enough, I could scream like a woman and humiliate myself. I definitely don't want to do that with Sasha in the house. He'd laugh at me forever, and I'd have to skin him." – Sundown

Because the filming process was so organic and there was no script, the film [Dream of Life] was literally telling us what it wanted to be in the editing room.

I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

It seemed like the best weapons in my life had always been the most innocuous: empty plastic bins, a blank CD, an unmarked syringe, my smile in a dark room.

Sometimes an idea floated harmlessly through the room. It was like a small white bird. It meant no ill-will. It only wanted to help me, dear little bird. But I would strike at it, hammer it out across the keyboard, and it would die on my hands.

Ah, Los Angeles! Dust and fog of your lonely streets, I am no longer lonely. Just you wait, all of you ghosts of this room, just you wait, because it will happen, as sure as there's a God in heaven.

Do you think you could put that boot back on?" he added mildly. "The window can only let in a limited ammount of fresh air and your socks are a tough ripe, to put it mildly." Oh, sorry!" said Horace, tugging the riding boot back on over his sock. Now that Halt mentioned it, he was aware of a rather strong odor in the room.

Darnley was the first to appear. He entered the supper room and spoke to Mary.

In the baby's room The city lights are Milky In the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes

In other words, are humans fundamentally social animals who strive hard to carve out room for their individuality, or are they individuals who form social contracts?

There being no room for equivocations, there is no need of distinctions.

Fear gripped her like hands around the neck, the way it could only happen in an unfamiliar room in the pitch black of night.

Even Belinda, who could write what she knew about boats on her thumbnail and still have room for the Lord's Prayer, could tell this one was special. Buck

on the storey higher, have my arranging to manage of my pretty new books and my three hyacinths, and a pot of primroses which dear Mr. Kenyon had the good nature to carry himself through the streets to our door. But all the flowers forswear me, and die either suddenly or gradually as soon as they become aware of the want of fresh air and light in my room. Talking of air and light, what exquisite weather this is! What a summer in winter!

The crippled Raven found Will in his new room and seemed well pleased with the wider window, for all it must rattle at the glass for attention. Will didn't think this typical behavior in a raven, but perhaps the pampered birds at the Tower had been hand-fed into audacity.

It came out in his posture, he thought, the way his chin and shoulders lifted. Mallory brought energy into any room.

Smart, funny Maman. If one must clean one's room every time there are monsters under the bed, pretty soon-voilá!-no monsters!

In his second night in his room in the Salt Tower, Kit had tried to make his escape through the reflections in the narrow windows; he'd been unable to touch the power of the Darkling Glass at all, and he had wondered at how easily the iron rings on his fingers quelled all the strength he knew he had in him.

Lucifer's halo filled the grim little room with light, and he seemed suddenly more beautiful than ever. Something fragile and almost mortal, unreal, outlined against the sweating stone.

The chained girl's eyes swept the room like searchlights. Rien lowered her gaze when the stare seared over her.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?

The furniture would have missed you? Furniture's knowing all right. Not much gets past the things in a room, I daresay, and chairs and tables don't go to the grave so soon. Every time I take the soft cloth to that stuff in the drawingroom, I could say, 'Well, you know a bit more'.

And because no one answered or cared and a conversation went on without her she felt profoundly lonely, suspecting once more for herself a particular doom of exclusion. Something of the trees in their intimacy of shadow was shared by the husband and wife and their host in the tree-shadowed room. She thought of love with its gift of importance. "I must break in on all this," she thought as she looked around the room.

By habit, she looked round the room she sat in. Anything she could do to it had been done; what it could do to her seemed without limit.