Quotes About Unopened

There is a line by Verlaine that I will not remember again. There is a street nearby that is off limits to my feet. There is a mirror that has seen me for the last time. There is a door I have closed until the end of the world. Among the books in my library (I'm looking at them now) are some I will never open. This summer I will be fifty years old. Death is using me up, relentlessly.

The counting in Los Angeles was slow. Every unopened box was guarded by armed Democrats, who believed that tampering had robbed them of a presidential victory in 1876.

A bottle of wine Still to be drunk, A bundle of thoughts Still to be thunk.

congress opened in mid-April, he was incapacitated. And the papers containing his recommendation on Stalin's removal from office remained unopened until some time after he died in January 1924.

In the cottage the doctor, sitting on the bed in his room, saw a pile of medical journals on the floor by the bureau. They were still in their wrappers unopened. It irritated him.

But who doesn't have a lot of unread books? It's nice, though, just to know that they're there.

Perhaps it is becoming clearer why I felt no romance when you told me that you carried my last letter with you, everywhere you went, for months on end, unopened. This may have served some purpose for you, but whatever it was, surely it bore little resemblance to mine. I never aimed to give you a talisman, an empty vessel to flood with whatever longing, dread, or sorrow happened to be the day's mood. I wrote it because I had something to say to you.

She'd put the envelope Tibby had left for her unopened in her underwear drawer. At first it was so she would see it there, and then she tried to cover it so she wouldn't see it there, but it turned out her underwear was too flimsy to cover anything.

A bottle of wine Still to be drunk, A bundle of thoughts Still to be thunk.

Everyone is gifted - but some people never open their package

Glancing at the bottle of tequila in Tate's hand, Logan questioned much more calmly than he felt, "How full was that?"Tate lifted the quarter-empty bottle and shrugged. "Unopened. Why?

Here lies the reader who will never open this book. He is here forever dead.