Quotes About Rooms

Vida was sound asleep when I went back to my room. I turned on the light and it woke her up. She was blinking and her face had that soft marble quality to it that beautiful women have when they are suddenly awakened and are not quite ready for it yet. What's happening? she said. It's another book, she replied, answering her own question. Yes, I said. What's it about? she said automatically like a gentle human phonograph. It's about growing flowers in hotel rooms.

I didn't wait to hear any more. I hurried up the stairs to our rooms, closing the door firmly behind me. Leaning back against it, I took some deep breaths to calm myself down. My heart was racing as if I was under threat. And that was how I felt. An ominous sense of foreboding shivered through me. I wanted to grab my bags and run

It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany's bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened.

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.

There's something about the processional nature of the architecture, of the rooms connecting rooms. It's just breathtaking.

For each natural number N, will the guest in room number N please move immediately to room number N (N +1)/2.' Then they announce, 'For all natural numbers N and M, will the Nth passenger from the Mth train please go to room number [(N + M)2 + N – M/2.

The last room number is not infinity. First of all, there is no last room.

New York City hotels have free condoms in the rooms. All these years I've been using the free shower cap.

The worship of God....should be free at table, in private rooms, downstairs, upstairs, at home, abroad, in all places, by all peoples, at all times

When I'm in London, Claridge's is a great favourite. I'm a big fan of art deco architecture and the rooms are extraordinary.

I had always been kind of obsessed with making a home of my own and was always drawing rooms that I wanted to live in, down to pictures on the wall and the faces that would be in the photographs.

Stop your idiocy, Sandra, please. For once in your death.

I wonder if rooms in an insane asylum have Do Not Disturb signs for the doors. I should hope not, because knock or no knock, every occupant in those rooms is already disturbed.

son más difíciles de ahuyentar los fantasmas que han estado en nuestras habitaciones.

I'm attracted to directors in general because I appreciate the work and the job they have to do. I watched the post-production, I watched the pre-production... post-production is something that I'm very interested in and I did spend a lot of time in editing rooms when I was young pretending to be sick.

In tasting rooms I can never tell how tipsy I am. But once I'm outside, the awareness factor of my inebriation is greatly magnified. Everything looks and feels different. The surrounding flora seems to quiver. Colors are riotously iridescent. Sounds are louder; birds in the trees seem to mock you. All sense of reality is swamped. Anything out of the norm might happen!

I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I'm yours ghosts and all.

The apartment was on the sixteenth floor. It was old-fashioned, which meant that the rooms were large and light-filled, the ceilings high enough to permit a constant circulation of air, and the walls thick enough for a man and his loving wife to have a stimulating argument at the top of their lungs without invading the nervous systems of surrounding neighbors. Raymond had rented the apartment furnished and nothing in the place beyond the books, the records, and the phonograph was his.

Why can't you summon a command line and search your real-world home for 'Honda car keys,' and specify rooms in your house to search instead of folders or paths in your computer's home directory? It's a crippling design flaw in the real-world interface.

Kapitza Club, devoted to open and unhierarchical discussion. Membership was limited and coveted. Members met in college rooms and

Churchill War Rooms: £18, daily 9:30-18:00, last entry one hour before closing.

The heart you speak of,' I said. 'It might indeed be the hardest part of Josie to learn. It might be like a house with many rooms. Even so, a devoted AF, given time, could walk through each of those rooms, studying them carefully in turn, until they became like her own home.

What good is freedom, Mrs. Helm, if you never do anything unusual or odd? That's what freedom means—doing whatever you need to do so long as nobody else is hurt by it. That's what you were talking about before, doing things that conflict with your sense of yourself in other rooms of your mind. You have to be able to do that or you're not really alive.

Our task is to learn how to build smart rooms—that is, how to build networks that make us smarter, especially since, when done badly, networks can make us distressingly stupider.