Quotes About Tower

He went into a dark tower of truth for you. Do you have the courage to give him your own name?

I came out mostly at night, moving through the ruins like a furtive shadow, sometimes gazing at my lighted palace tower like David Hume peering in his own windows and solemnly deciding that he wasn't home.

Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

Was Frank right that she needed to experience what normal felt like? Or would she always be the princess in the tower who could never find the stairs?

Durnik needs a tower somewhere in the Vale, Belgarath was saying. I don't see why, father, Polgara replied. All of Aldur's disciples have towers, Pol. It's the custom. Old customs persist --even when there's no longer any need for them. He's going to need to study, Pol. How can he possibly study with you underfoot all the time? She gave him a long, chilly stare. Maybe I should rephrase that.

I should go to Paris and jump off of the Eiffel Tower. If I took the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier.

Long after midnight when you park, and stand Just for a moment in the chromium wash, Sometimes it seems that, some way off, Between the river and the tower belt, say, The roofs show black on pomegranate red As if, below that line, they stood on fire.

The order goes to the Tower, 'Bring up the bodies.' Deliver, that is, the accused men, by name Weston, Brereton, Smeaton and Norris, to Westminster Hall for trial. Kingston fetches them by barge; it is 12 May, a Friday.

A man called William Dalyvell, a follower of Merlin and King James, is put into the Tower. He has been spreading a prophecy that the King of Scots will swoop down from the north, expel the Tudors and rule two kingdoms. He also says he has seen an angel. In former ages this would have been a cause for congratulation, but times being what they are, Dalyvell is put on the rack.

In the year 1257, an elephant died in the Tower menagerie and was buried in a pit near the chapel. But the following year he was dug up and his remains sent to Westminster Abbey. Now, what did they want at Westminster Abbey, with the remains of an elephant? If not to carve a ton of relics out of him, and make his animal bones into the bones of saints?

I am a good enough thief to steal a shadow from a tower," she told him. "I can steal back your heart.

Hollow Hall is a stone manor with a tall, crooked tower, the whole thing half-covered in vines and ivy. There's a balcony on the second floor that seems to have a rail of thick roots in place of iron. A curtain of thinner tendrils hangs down from it, like a scraggly beard clotted with dirt. There is something misshapen about the estate that ought to make it charming but instead makes it ominous.

Like cicadas, which sit upon a tree in the forest and pour out their piping voices, so the leaders of the Trojans were sitting on the tower.

STAYING THE NIGHT AT A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE The high tower is a hundred feet tall, From here one's hand could pluck the stars. I do not dare to speak in a loud voice, I fear to disturb the people in heaven.

She climbed, and climbed. The tower vibrated slightly, perhaps because its height made the wind a stroking hand upon its string. Half-heard cries, ragged whispers, soft slithering sounds echoed from the stone walls. The Speaking Tower, it was called, for here Summer could listen to the voices of her subjects, their wishes and fears seeping from rough mauve rock. The outside was white-and-greenstone, but the inside of the Speaking was a pink throat.

What did he do? Channel Vincent Price and transport the Tower of London'to the Hollywood Hills?

And he rose, brontosaurus-like, to his place among the treetops.

Princess Harriet celebrated her newfound freedom by jumping from the top of the highest tower in the kingdom into the moat. She survived three jumps and a belly-flop, because the curse did indeed have to keep her alive until her twelfth birthday. Wicked fairies put a lot of work into their curses, and they hate to see them thwarted by unfortunate accidents.

We left you there, lonely, Beauty your power, Wisdom your watchman, To hold the clay tower. from 'The Tale of the Tiger Tree

still laughing but with the same sorrow she had felt when a hitherto perfectly nice cabbie began to tell her that all the Jews in the first tower has been warned beforehand or that you can't trust Mexicans not to steal the rug from under your feet or that more roads were built under Stalin...

I think that for most readers the best critique of Johnson's view and the claims of intelligent-design creationism is Robert T. Pennock's Tower of Babel: The Evidence against the New Creationism (Cambridge: MIT Press, 1999)

The 325-foot Seagram Tower is the most southerly and closest to the Canadian falls and also affords the best view of the churning upper rapids of the Niagara river.

My hero finally found me in that too-high tower, rescued me from it's cold walls, set me down among free men and bolted. Freedom, with all it's possibilities, just feels cold and lonely. I want to go back to my tower. I need those walls. I need the protection. The walls were always my true plus-one.

There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain!