It was how it had been with the madman among the tombs, that their number was legion, far in excess at any rate if the number listed on the back of the door as the room's maximum occupancy.
I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.
How could a person have and do all these stupid things--clip coupons and double lock the front door--and then one day just cease to exist?
I know now that doors open as quickly as they close. That nothing very good or very bad lasts for very long.
I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?
The impatient man is his own enemy; he slams the door on his own progress.
Always put the unknown future into the hands of the known God. He has the key it will take to unlock your locked doors.
When the corruption seems to go all the way to the end of the world, the only good approach is through the front door with a gun in each hand.
The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!
Dad was at his desk when I opened the door, doing what all British people do when they're freaked out: drinking tea.
She's only a girl. What kind of men are you?' 'Dead ones?' asked Drith, who yanked the door open and put her sword through Narses' throat.
Ideologies, like dogs, remain just outside the hermits door.
Sara?” Blake’s voice is scorching and burns right through me. “Yes, sir?” “Lock the door and get over my knee. Now.
There is a realm in which miracles are possible and do take place. The door to this realm is the belief in all possibilities and YOU are the key.
This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world.
Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?
Gage opens the door. I’m not sure whether he gets out or Logan yanks him into the street, but a fight erupts. Full throttle kicks to the balls
The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.
She had been desperate to feel something, anything. She needed a window, because she had broken her heart throwing it at locked doors.
...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...
But it was too late. I was down the steps and out the door, where the warm night air almost felt like forgiveness.
