Quotes About Room

The slumber party took place in what the Methodists called a family room, the Catholics used as an extra bedroom, and the neighborhood's only Jews had turned into a combination darkroom and fallout shelter.

After all, this is the same homicide unit in which the diagnosis of Gene Constantine's diabetes was greeted by a coffee room chalkboard divided by two headings: "Those who give a shit if Constantine dies" and "Those who don't." Sergeant Childs, Lieutenant Stanton, Mother Teresa and Barbara Constantine topped the latter list. The shorter column featured Gene himself, followed by the city employees' credit union.

I would return home to la maison, feminine where, as likely as not, I would go to my room, la chambre, where I would settle to read un livre masculine, until supper. During the masculine meal, feminine food would be eaten. After my hard, productive masculine day, I would rest during the feminine night. At one time, for a few days, I even took an affected aversion to being in the kitchen, la cuisine.

For such a tiny death, the empty eight-mat room seemed enormous.

He left the room silently, and it was not quite clear whether it was the beginning of a row or not. Probably he would decide later, depending on whether there was a practical advantage to be had in discord.

The room inside looked like the mouth of an alligator—gaped wide open to swallow something down.

The temperature must have been in the nineties, and there seemed to be far, far too much air in the room. It was bunched and crowded, and in your face and eyes, and it made you think the room was a rush-hour tube train, and a lot of extra air had managed to sneak in just as the doors were closing.

I was shown into a room. A red room. Red wallpaper, red curtains, red carpet. They said it was a sitting-room, but I don't know why they'd decided to confine its purpose just to sitting. Obviously, sitting was one of the things you could do in a room this size; but you could also stage operas, hold cycling races, and have an absolutely cracking game of frisbee, all at the same time, without having to move any of the furniture. It could rain in a room this big.

It is rather as if some strange spirit had taken on the guise of an elderly professor. The body may be pacing this shabby little suburban room, but the mind is far away, roaming the plains and mountains of Middle-Earth.

Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can every quite cheapen. She repeated them, with exactly the same slight emphasis on the second word, as though she were the one to say them first. He had no religious belief, but it was impossible not to think of an invisible presence or witness in the room, and that these words spoken aloud were like signatures on an unseen contract.

The shelves were bowed under the weight of textbooks. There were old framed prints on the walls, and a blackboard with the single word CHARACTER on it. University paperwork was piled on the window ledge, all but blacking out the bottom two panes. The smell in the room was that of intellect gone awry.

He was in his twenties and lived in a caravan behind the pub, which he shared with his tattoos and facial piercings. 'The room you're in is his by rights,' Collins had explained to Rebus, 'but he'd rather be where he is.

They called us back into the room and told us their decision. They believed that I had changed and my record indicated I'd been a model inmate. They felt I was no longer a safety risk to society

You have to give it (the tiger) room. If you don't give it room, it will bite you.

Your life is just a bird's flight through a lit room. You pass from infinite darkness into endless night, with only a short time in between.

Silence thronged the room, and he was aware of the focused scrutiny of the three people who confronted him.

I don't really know; I'm not in the Operations Room, you see. All I do know is that the world has a Chief who was victorious when the powers of darkness struck at Him with everything they had. He has the plans today. The darkness won't last forever. There's a splendor beyond. ~Flying Officer George Dymory Ingleford, Enemy Brothers

Perry, the manager, had come up with him, in trousers and bathrobe. He was a stout, jovial-looking man ordinarily, but right now he was only stout. ("The Room With Something Wrong")

There were three of them in the room now, where only two had first come in. Death was in the room with the two of them.

Subí a mi habitación y me serví un whisky. Gran error: al primer trago me entraron arcadas. Me estaba haciendo viejo para aquellos trotes.

I'm excited but afraid. I long to turn and wedge myself through the horse's arse from which I've just fallen, to sit safe in the hot womb of my room. But this is Jasper Jones, and he and come to me .

a long, boozy evening when her ebullience was so uncorrupted that she could shift a room's atmosphere

She was in the bed. His bed. He'd taken the couch and offered his room to her. A nice gesture for a killer.

Aw, man, Ava, I should've gotten my own room!" Sully groaned. She