Quotes About Room

A theologian is a blind man in a dark room searching for a black cat that isn't there -- and finding it.

It was such a pathetic little story, a snip of nothing, the kind teenage girls fight over and forget every day. It had led us to this week and this room.

One of the things I like most about Roufusport is, really, the culture. A lot of times, you're training in fight camps and running and hitting mitts and sparring. Those things get old kind of quick. I like the fact that they allow fun into the room.

I was invited to have a private sparring session with Royce Gracie. This was 1992, a year before the first UFC. It was just me and him in a room on the mat.

If I see a spider in my room, I gotta sleep on the couch for, like, two days.

Go West, young man, go West. There is health in the country, and room away from our crowds of idlers and imbeciles.

Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind. When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.

It was never in my heart to slight any man, but only that man should be kept in his place and not sit in the room of God.

Jad said, The leakage was forcing choices, the making of which in no way improved matters. Okay. So we were, in effect, locked in a room with a madman sorcerer. That clarified things a little.

Clearly Mr. Drkh has had a long career of being the weirdest person in any given room, but he's about to go down in flames.

within the room, and then gales of laughter. The nacre

Do you know what I'm saying, Shaftoe?" "Sir, no sir! But I do detect a strong odor of politics in the room now, sir!

Then the wooden benches along the walls, where so many outcasts had slept, would be lit by a sort of slow, clocked lightning til the bulb steadied and fastened its tiny feral fury upon the center of the room like a single sullen and manic eye. To burn on there with a steady hate. Til morning wearied and dimmed it away to nothing more than some sort of little old lost gray child of a district-station moon, all its hatred spent.

As these images were going through my head, my breathing suddenly went still. I looked at Jamie, then up to the ceiling and around the room, doing my best to keep my composure, then back to Jamie again. She smiled at me and I smiled at her and all I could do was wonder how I'd ever fallen in love with a girl like Jamie Sullivan.

I live with my family. I moved to L.A. eight years ago, and it's the same room. But I'm looking now. I might get a condo.

I've been on the board of UCLA Film and TV School, and I went to UCLA. I realized that the same movie theater that was there when I went to school, 30 years later is the same movie theater in the same condition. There was an opportunity to refurbish an existing room, and I jumped at the opportunity.

I'm not creating an enigma or leaving mystery, I'm just respecting myself enough as an artist to give myself room to grow and not to be devoured all in one go.

The day I came in and found another actor's name on my dressing room door, and my stuff out in the hall, that was the day I learned my lesson.

I'm trying to illuminate how perilously narrow we draw the concepts of masculinity and sexuality in our male culture - particularly in black male culture - and to help people to see that there's room enough for everyone.

I'm not naturally an extrovert. I'm a writer - I sit in a room by myself making things up. That is where I'm happiest.

He wasn't like some of his fellow GhostWalkers, who seemed to walk into a room and have half the female population enthralled--and that had nothing to do with their enhancements and everything to do with their good looks, charisma, or both, none of which he had.

He was just so intimidating and darkly sensual, filling the room with his presence until she could barely think straight.

When we were choosing homes, Czar made it plain to choose something we'd be comfortable in. This has a temperature-controlled wine and cigar room." She frowned up at him and then blinked, those long lashes fanning her cheeks. "Do you even drink wine? Do you smoke cigars?" He grinned down at her. "No. But that doesn't matter. It's just fuckin' cool.

Francesca took a deep breath. Inhaled Stefano. She feared once Barry entered the room she wouldn't be able to breathe properly. She didn't want to take the chance of drawing him into her lungs. He was in her nightmares; he didn't get anything else from her.