Quotes About Stairwell

The only clouds are pale and thin, hung as high as they can manage, like cobwebs in the high arches of a stairwell, and the sky is a freshly scrubbed blue, as permanent-looking as the first day of the holidays.

I've never been in analysis. But it's rare that one saves oneself from a rickety landing at the top of a building by throwing oneself down the stairwell.

The odor was of lunchtime or dinnertime, when, coming from every doorway, the smells of the various dishes mingle in the stairwell but are ruined by a stink of mold and cobwebs.

Master, the paintings, the paintings in the storage rooms! I cried. Forget the paintings. It's too late. Boys, run from here, get out now, save yourselves from the fire. Knocking the attackers back, he shot up the stairwell and called down to me from the uppermost railing. Come, Amadeo, fight them off, believe in your strength, child, fight.

After a moment, the void gathered itself into a low-ceilinged, dim space with sconces in the walls, a stairwell to the left, and closet doors broken from their hinges.

There's a thing at the Museum of Natural History in New York, where I live: they have a stairwell where you follow the beginning and the course of this planet, and it's a very long stairwell, and you follow, and you follow, and then you reach the top, and we're, like, half a step on the stairwell - the timeline for us on this planet.

The stairwell smelled of piss and stale beer—two stages in a conjugation that usually ends with "dead-drunk guy facedown in his own vomit.

I turned around and headed back to the stairwell, planning to go downstairs and buy a chocolate bar from the vending machine. Maybe it would fall on me and end my misery.

In Norwegian that would be 'hun ma dra. Kanskje er hun gravid.'" Astley sttempts to smile. i can't help teasing him. "Which? Asking to go to the bathroom or dissing me because I'm pregnant." "you are with child?" his eyes open wid, all mock terrified. "No! Shut up. You know I'm not." I punch him in the arm and then lead him into the stairwell, shutting the door behind us. "Okay. Seriously, Astley, what happened to you? Why is your head bleeding?

Somebody had scribbled on the walls of the stairwell with a black crayon. The scribbler had a dirty mind but wasn't much of a speller.