Quotes About Rooms

the floor and cubbyholes for mail against the wall. Upstairs the rooms were airy, with high ceilings and walls

It was odd and intimate, their hands connected, their heads in different rooms. They could talk. They could hold hands. But they couldn't see each other's faces.

There was one, a Mr. Omuro, who had bought control of a great area of rental property in downtown San Francisco, and who for a time had been Frank's landlord. There was a bad apple, he thought. A shark who had never made repairs, had partitioned rooms smaller and smaller, raised rents

Visions, Trips, and Crowded Rooms: Who and What You See Before You Die.

Love is a house with many rooms, this room to feed the love, this one to entertain it, this one to clean it, this one to dress it, this one to allow it to rest, and each of these rooms can also just as well also be the room for laughing or the room for listening or the room for telling one's secrets or the room for sulking or the room for apologizing or the room for intimate togetherness...

But it's my sense that no matter how many rooms you have, and however many books and movies and songs declaim the wholesome beauty of family life, the truth is "the family" is always an event of some violence. It's only years later, in that retrospective swirl, that you work out who was hurt, in what way, and how badly.

Nothing could be more forlorn than the manner in which Madame Vauthier had furnished the two rooms. It seemed as though the woman let rooms with the express purpose that no one should stay in them. Evidently the bed, chairs, tables, bureau, secretary, curtains, came from forced sales at auction, articles massed together in lots as having no separate intrinsic value.

my brother, the Duc de Rhetore, never comes in, I am told, till it is time to dress for dinner. Miss Griffith (she is not unlike a griffin) and Philippe took me to my rooms.

A hotel is like a prison, he thought. The rooms are cells holding secrets and passions. Then something happens, the smallest thing, and the doors fly open. The explosion goes off. Panic. And fragments of truth.

Old repressed antipathy stirred in her. She had a rooted fear of rooms full of objects. They weighed on down and held one there, exerting force and discipline. Anyone married to all this was truly to be pitied.

We are an echo that runs, skittering, through a train of rooms. – Czeslaw Milosz, from "The Wormwood Star." The Separate Notebooks . (Ecco September 21, 1986) Originally published 1984.

Bond in 'Goldeneye' is pretty much a set character. To be honest, he's another version of Connery, and Connery was terrific. How many submarines can you blow up? How many control rooms are evaporating?

I thought of the soul as resembling a castle, formed of a single diamond or a very transparent crystal, and containing many rooms, just as in Heaven there are many mansions.

The house I grew up in was a tall Victorian town house in Bristol. There were very big rooms, which were under-furnished and always cold.

Tattered Europe caking up in corners of abandoned rooms. Your goodness lifts like a cock. Tell me if you haven't had grief. Whatever grief is becoming. You adore its heavy beauty.

All hospital emergency rooms have the same feel to them. They're all decorated in the same dull, muted tones and softened edges, which are meant to be comforting and aren't. They all have the same smell too: one part tangy antiseptics, one part cool dispassion, one part anxiety, and one part naked fear. They

Leis go brown, tectonic plates shift, deep currents move, islands vanish, rooms get forgotten.

for a time beyond measure there were no rooms and now many have forgotten the sky

The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.

plus a porch that runs along three sides of the house. I told Ma once the Howards had a room just for company, a room just for books, and a room just for plants, and she said that was three rooms too many. First time I ever saw any envy in my ma. David

I wish to learn silence from the dark woods, the unused middle rooms, from the girls in their white dresses,

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.

It has seven hundred rooms and suites, three hundred of which are apartments owned by the cream of New York-wealthy widows and business tycoons

íntimos, Terry y Shirley Stauber, a que nos acompañaran. Para que el viaje fuera aún más especial, reservamos habitaciones