Quotes About Room

The apartment was entirely, was only, for her: a wall of books, both read and unread, all of them dear to her not only in themselves, their tender spines, but in the moments or periods they evoked… Her self, then, was represented in her books; her times in her records; and the rest of the room she thought of as a pure, blank slate.

And even though I'd gone into the room, I seemed to have gone into nothing. Even once inside it, I was still somehow outside. As if the room weren't deep enough to hold me and I had to leave pieces of myself in the hallway, in the worst rejection to which I'd ever fallen victim: I didn't fit.

To read in bed is to draw around us invisible, noiseless curtains. Then at last we are in a room of our own and are ready to burrow back, back to that private life of the imagination we all led as a child and to whose secret satisfactions so many of us have mislaid the key.

Do I have a separate room? Don't I make love to you well?" She hesitated, smiling with exquisite suspicion. "Do you call that love, Fred?" "There are other words for it, but you wouldn't appreciate them.

The room was cold as the grave.

Just as every conviction begins as a whim so does every emancipator serve his apprenticeship as a crank. A fanatic is a great leader who is just entering the room.

Priests tell you that temptation slides into sin and you cannot put a hair between. But surely that is not true. Surely not. There is a room to be crossed and buttons to be undone. You don't sleepwalk into it. You don't fornicate inadvertently.

He kisses the scar of my palm. I still have his brother's blood under my fingernails. I don't have a ring for him. Above us, the buds are blooming. The whole room smells of flowers.

just had my first kiss in a stronghold of the Enemy of Death, in a room full of his dead brother's stuff, Call thought. Story of my life.

warm, buttery sunlight flows into the room like yolk from a cracked egg...

The last room Cardan occupied caught fire,' I call back to the Bomb. 'Let me rephrase. It caught fire because he lit it on fire.

Above hangs a chandelier made from thin sheets of mica. Tiny glowing faeries are trapped inside for the purpose of adding a warm glow to the room. Occasionally they fly, making shadows dance.

This is my room," he points out, affronted. "And that's my wife." "So you keep telling everyone," the Bomb says. "But I am going to take out her stitches, and I don't think you want to watch that." "Oh, I don't know," I say. "Maybe he'd like to hear me scream." "I would," Cardan says, standing. "And perhaps one day I will.

The time there was only the one warm-up room for everyone, a room so astonishingly hot and airless and noisy, so crowded with extraordinarily talented-seeming musicians, that everything had begun to spin like a merry-go-round, and a French cellist had reached out a languid hand to save Clementine's cello as it slipped from her grasp. (She was a champion fainter.) The

We must either reduce the Library to the stinted and specific wants of Congress alone, or permit it to advance to national importance, and give it room equal to the culture, wants, and resources of a great people. The higher education of our common country demands that this institution shall not be crippled for lack of room.

It wasn't sarcasm." Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. "It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe." Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves.

The word stanza comes from the Italian for 'room': stanze (which is why I set that subject for the sonnet). Rooms are part of a larger structure, and this notion of the poem as house, as something habitable, is probably the most important lesson form teaches us.

POTATO WATER* ¼ to 3?8 cup BUTTER OR MARGARINE 1 tablespoon SUGAR 1 tablespoon SALT 1 teaspoon ALL-PURPOSE FLOUR 2 cups PLAIN MASHED POTATO, ROOM TEMPERATURE ¼ cup

Becka might have been average in L.A., but average in L.A. is Queen of Mars in the visiting room of a federal penitentiary in North Carolina.

room. She stood for a while in the middle, imagining herself not in it anymore, imagining herself instead in her sister's

Libby can hear the whisper of every moment that this room has existed. Feel every breath of every person who has ever sat where she is sitting.

I'll leave you here to finish your, er…conversation." As he withdrew from the room, however, it seemed that he couldn't keep from ducking his head back in and asking Marcus cryptically, "Once a week, did you say?" "Close the door behind you," Marcus said icily, and Hunt obeyed with a smothered sound that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

In the long run, I think I like 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' better as a television series, because it had so much more time and room and space to grow.

I don't think I can tell any stories about how I lived in a van in Alaska. I grew up in the suburbs, I even had my own room. We weren't poor. Everything was very normal.