Quotes About Room

Everything in this room is edible. Even I'm edible. But, that would be called canibalism. It is looked down upon in most societies.

The diversity in the CNN makeup room - it's like Ellis Island! No, it's like Noah's Ark: there are two of everything.

I'm probably an overcompensating introvert. I live in Hollywood, but I don't go to parties where I have to work the room. I could do that, but I don't want to... I try and stay the same and live a fairly normal life.

Journalism can go right up to the door of the room in which the decisions are made. A novel can go inside the room - and inside the character's heads.

Is there a way to design a room in my house where I float around? I would quite enjoy that. It's nuts.

In Oakland, Al Davis was a genius. We had Ron Wolff there, too, and he was a genius. There was no room for me to be a genius.

like trying to eject the darkness from a room without opening the shutters and letting in the light. "I cannot sweep the darkness out, but I can shine it out," said John Newton.

A minor request, said Mazer. Let's not refer to it as the training cage. 'Training' sounds laborious and regimented. Soldiers groan at the word. These men joined the IF to fight, sir. Let's call it the Battle Room.

Now that they had a secure hiding place almost a home it did not even seem a hardship that they could only meet infrequently and for a couple of hours at a time. What mattered was that the room should exist. To know that it was there inviolate was almost the same as being in it.

The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.

Which room is breakfast in?" I asked Baine. "The breakfast room, sir," he said.

The room smelled of old cigarsmoke. He leaned and turned off the little brass lamp and sat in the dark. Through the front window he could see the starlit prairie falling away to the north. The black crosses of the old telegraph poles yoked across the constellations passing east to west.

For the hundredth time, she closed her eyes so she could see another room in her mind's eye, one with a curtain full of stars, and a mattress surrounded by books that whispered their stories to her at night. – Pg. 235

The fairy had flown over to the window and was peering curiously out at the alley. Forget it. Stay here, said Dustfinger. Please. Believe me, it's no place for you out there. She looked at him quizzically, then folded her wings and knelt on the windowsill. And there she stayed, as if she coudln't decide between the hot room and the strange freedom to be found outside.

I waited outside her door while she went into her room and moved around. She opened her door, holding her laptop in one hand and its battery in the other.

In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.

The moment she entered the room where the man sat alone, waiting intensely, the thrill passed through her, she died in terror, and after the death, a great flame gushed up, obliterating her.

Now I have undertaken a different kind of search, a horizontal search. As a consequence, what takes place in my room is less important. What is important is what I shall find when I leave my room and wander in the neighbourhood. Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.

And now I am willing to disregard burial-places and dispense with them, And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied.

Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen; For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me.

The crowd is the veil through which the familiar city beckons to the flâneur as phantasmagoria-now a landscape, now a room.

The destructive character knows only one watchword: make room; only one activity: clearing away.

Do you have your own room, Charlie Brown?" "Oh, yes... I have a very nice room." "I hope you realize that you won't always have your own room... Someday you'll get drafted or something, and you'll have to leave your room forever!" "Why do you tell me things like that?" "It's on a list I've made up for you... I call it, Things You Might As Well Know!

When light walks into a room, the darkness rolls back like a scroll." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "It has to. Darkness can't stand light. And it has no counter for it.