Quotes About Tower

O may it come, the time of love, The time we'd be enamoured of. - Song of the Highest Tower

I remember our first interviews at the Capitol tower. These magazine people were asking us things like 'What's your favorite color?' and 'What do you like to do on a date?' I'd ask, 'Where are you from?' and they'd say, 'Fave' or 'Rave' or whatever. We wondered, 'When do the real writers get here?'

Another tower, still whole, was trussed up in scaffolding, and the wind sang through the structure of metal poles, wanting to fling pieces down at you.

From the shaken tower A flock of bells take flight, And go with the hour.

The night was bright with stars, but there was no moon in the heavens, and the gloom of the ivy-coloured church tower was complete. But all the outlines of the place were so well known to him that he could trace them all in the dim light.

Oh, can it," she said irritably. "I've heard it all before. A Tower of Babel in space, eh? And you're the one to bring it down. How disappointing, how banal!" "Miriam, your mockery can't hurt me anymore. I have found faith," he said. And there was the real problem, she realized.

Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret, gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else.

Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret, gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else. After

The powe if fate is something terrible. It cannot be escaped--not with wealth or by war, not with a tower ir a sea-lashed black ship.

There is no recorded "mother" of ancient Babylon, as the nation was settled by early descendents of Adam and Eve, who, under the leadership of Nimrod, tried to reach up to heaven with their towers, and were scattered by dispersion according to language. If the Daughter of Babylon verses are actually about ancient Babylon, why does one of those verses refer to a non-existent "mother" of Babylon, as there is no recorded history of a "mother of Babylon"?

I stand on 42nd Street and Broadway looking at the sign flashing the news from Times Tower like a scoreboard: The World is losing.

first marriage performed in the tower was in April 1932, when Doris Averell Welchangs, of Springfield, Massachusetts, married William Holmes, of Weehawken, New Jersey. They chose what they described as "the nearest place to heaven they could find

What would you have me do? A knight doesn't look for a princess among the garbage." "My Sam had no use for me when he first met me." That Maddie couldn't believe. "You are Sam's princess in the tower." "I was Sam's pain in the—" Bella smiled and tapped her behind, leaving the word unsaid.

The Spire is a bad card. It can mean a literal tower, but it also means a fall from a height, whether literal or figurative, the destruction of something old and valuable. It means isolation, abandonment. It is the card of the scapegoat." "All of them things?" He raises an eyebrow at me. "The card also means falling to prey to your own self-confidence.

I could not tell, now, if it was my need for knowledge that drove me of the hunger of the thing that infected the tower.

See the BEAR of fearsome size! All the WORLD'S within his eyes. TIME grows thin, the past is a riddle; The TOWER awaits you in the middle.

Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?...' You dare not.' And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.

There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.

See the BEAR of fearsome size! All the WORLD'S within his eyes. TIME grows thin, the past is a riddle; The TOWER awaits you in the middle.

The Tower trembles; the worlds shudder in their courses. The rose feels a chill, as of winter.

The way those old memories kept bubbling to the surface in the present tense was disturbing. It was as if the past had never died; as if on some level of time's great tower, everything was still happening.

Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met in a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. A stairway, perhaps, to the Godhead itself. Would you dare, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a Room...? You dare not. You dare not. Someone has dared, the gunslinger said. Who would that be? God, the gunslinger said softly. His eyes gleamed. God has dared...or is the room empty, seer?

The way those old memories kept bubbling to the surface in the present tense was disturbing. It was as if the past had never died; as if on some level of time's great tower, everything was still happening.

One magician I worked for once called for my aid during an earthquake which was toppling his tower. Unfortunately, the words he used were "Preserve me!" A cork, a great big bottle, a vat of pickling fluid, and - presto! - the job was done.