Quotes About Room

While Owen Winter timidly made love to her brother in the attic room, Verity Cranton lay in her single bed, dreaming.

Daniel glanced at Shem, who raised a single, scornful eyebrow. He reached out and touched Daniel's face, as if they were alone in the room. Daniel could not help but derive a certain amount of satisfaction from the gesture.

Varian was sitting in a chair beside the fire, in Finnigin's room. He was staring into the flames, his fingers steepled against his lips, his long legs thrust out onto the hearth. The gems upon his fingers glittered darkly, and his trembling hair gleamed like fluid. When Finnigin saw him there, he was aware of the force of Varian's attractiveness. It seemed to be dangerous, like a weapon, or a lie.

Beth asked me to choose a soul to sup, and I picked a radiant bloom, one whose eyes had followed us across the room, one who wanted us to have him.

He knew there were dreams waiting for him, and could even feel their shadowy presences rusting in the corners of the room, among his clothes in the wardrobe, beneath his bed.

If a cow walked into this room, I'd probably walk out. I could milk it, but my dad never forced me to do a lot of chores like that, mostly because he loved doing it himself.

Better to suffer the loneliness of the cold throne room than endure the isolation to be found within the crowds of facile courtiers.

I spun around: the room was so empty, I wasn't even in it.

When we used to tour before we would stay in a Travelodge and had to share a room. One of us would have the bed and the other the pull-down sofa.

People have their special room for Christmas. One year my mum left her present on the arm of the sofa and it was still there the following Christmas!

I'd go to the library so I could sit in a big, quiet room and listen to pages being turned. There was a boring librarian who everyone in fifth grade hated. But I loved her because when she would read us stories in her soft voice, she'd turn my head into a snow globe.

I've been in rooms where the creator has sold a show and then felt like the network didn't buy the show they wanted. They bought a show they thought they could craft into the show they wanted.

If they conducted a raid in this room, you'd all be policed up. They'd take all of you to Abu Ghraib and turn you over to the soldiers. Maybe there's only one or two of you in this group who was a known associate or had any piece of information that they are trying to exploit.

At the age of seventeen, I decided I would spend my life writing fiction. I didn't know what this entailed, exactly - a room, I supposed. A room and books and paper and solitude.

My solo stuff for live shows is very meandering. I write a lot of slower bits that give me room to improvise and play with a character.

In the room full of individuals for whom I hold feelings of resentment about, Who might be the first I would converse with, when I am about to bite the dust?

Love's voice reverberates with forgiveness across the room of our heart

...when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in...

When I listened to her play I felt I should not be in the same room with her. There were hundreds of people but nobody left. It was a private pain. By private I mean to say unknowable. Only the music knew and it held secrets so that her playing was a puzzle, a whisper, and people afterward stood in the bar and drank and said nothing because they were complicit. There were no words.

You are a door to an existence she does not desire, but even if the room beyond is repugnant, that door has won a portion of her affection.

Gradually, the darkness sculpted itself into air and object, the appointments of her room materializing as smoky shapes: a skyline of perfume bottles on her dresser...

Then she asked me to pass into the inner room to rest awhile. So in we went to the inner room, hand in hand.

So that's what we're about then, I said. Staying safe in our gated-community faith, where we make room for God. Well, you know what? It's a fantasy and a lie.

him. Not that a hint of his thoughts showed on his face when he walked into The Rainier Room, one of the smaller meeting rooms. Half a dozen worried-looking executives were settling