Quotes About Boxes

Everyone, it seemed to him, lived their lives out of little boxes, opening different ones for different occasions. Nobody ever gave their whole self away. Cops were like that, each box a safety mechanism. Most people you met in the course of your life, you never even learned their names. Everybody was boxed off from everybody else. It was called society.

I have a theory about pink pastry boxes. So much joy comes from those boxes. When someone walks into a room with a pink pastry box, joy immediately fills the room. World peace? Three words. Pink pastry box. I get a big cup of coffee and finalize my plans for world domination.

It came without ribbions, It cames without tags, It came without packages, boxes, or bags. Christmas can't be bought from a store. Maybe Christmas means a little bit more.

Harte sent one of her revived men after him, and Pat sent him back in boxes.

Bryn ate her bagel in silence, and by the time she was finished, Liam had already neatly packed her overnight bag and loaded it in MacAllister's car. He even included a new dog bed for Mr. French to travel in confort. Lunch was in moducal little boxes. I think he is Alfred. Actually, I often wonder if he's Batman.

Labels, boxes, and politically correct terminology all seem small and irrelevant when being compared to the violent and brutal attacks on the lives of people who are different than what society says we should be.

Police boxes, tweed blazers and bow ties feel quite English, but I think that is one of his virtues, one of the strengths of 'Doctor Who.'

The pictures are postcard reproductions of Old Masters. She has lots of metal animals about an inch long, little wooden shoes, painted boxes only big enough to hold stamps.

We regarded each other sitting around the breakfast table with its big cardboard boxes of Fear, Chix, and Rats.

And so it went, the detritus of life ordered and sealed in boxes and nothing to be discarded if it might some time be used or needed again.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

We think that boxes take everything that's bad and they lock all that nasty stuff out, when in reality they take everything that we are and they lock all of those great things in.

Life is a storeroom filled with boxes, some empty, some misplaced forever. We're what remains, what we've grabbed hold of.

I'm moving to Mars next week, so if you have any boxes...

A man will strategically organize his life in boxes and then spend most of his time in the boxes he can succeed in.

He was aggregating memory like a wall against extinction and the little boxes of slides were his bricks.