I tumbled into the taxi alone, closing the door closed with a dull thud before I could possibly change my mind. Not like this, I remember thinking. Whatever this thing is between us, it could only be tainted and cheapened by a semi-drunken encounter ...
Eve turned away as a whispered “yes, ma'am” reached her ears. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Why was she saving this asshole? Eve opened her eyes and unlocked the heavy steel bolt securing the five-by-two slab of oak. She looked back, r...
In America, doctors, lawyers, generals, actors, television people and politicians are admired and rewarded. Not teachers. Teaching is the downstairs maid of professions. Teachers are told to use the service door or go round the back. They are congrat...
John Coffey: Poor old Del. Paul Edgecomb: Yeah. Poor old Del. John, you okay...? John Coffey: I could feel it from here. Paul Edgecomb: What do you mean? You could hear it. Is that what you mean? You could hear it. John Coffey: He out of it now, thou...
Cyclops: Everybody stand back. Dr. Jean Grey: Scott no. His mind is connected to Cerebro. Opening the door, could kill him and everyone his mind is linked to. Storm: Wait. Kurt, I need you to take me inside. Cyclops: Storm, who is this guy? Who are y...
Ava Gardner: [infuriated to learn that Hughes was tapping her phone lines to keep an eye on her] What do you wanna know, Howard? Was I screwing Artie Shaw last night? Was I screwing Sinatra the night before? You bet! Everyone told me you were a godda...
Look in the mirror. What you see there is what you get from others. When you smile, smile comes back to you. When you get angry, anger comes back to you. When you love, love comes back to you, when you hate, hatred comes back to you. That's very simp...
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, beca...
Herb Brooks: Red line, back. Blue line, back. Far blue line, back. Far red line, back. And you have 45 seconds to do it. Get used to this drill. You'll be doing it *a lot*. Why? Because the legs feed the wolf, gentlemen. I can't promise you we'll be ...
I'm not a great one for looking back.
Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is ajar
it is, just a door. if you never knock, it may, never open.
Happiness is.. looking at the closing door, then bolting them from outside and fleeing.
Behind every no entry sign there's a door.
Denial has rented a room in my head and frequently stomps around slamming doors.
Repetition opens doors, you know?
Drive nature out of the door and it will fly in at the window
Opening the door to self-respect is a key of happiness.
It is possible that mankind is on the threshold of a golden age; but, if so, it will be necessary first to slay the dragon that guards the door, and this dragon is religion.
In my experience, if you have to keep the lavatory door shut by extending your left leg, it's modern architecture.
I don't have this obsessive need to do street art all the time because it's already opened doors for me.
