One expects decent people to stand up for the good of all. Decent people shut their doors and hide behind them as decent people do. Massacres could never happen if it weren't for decent people.
The house had a name. The Banana House. It was carved onto a piece of sandstone above the front door. It made no sense to anyone.
One big blow can hit and destroy any strong door in front of you. As for the 1000 feeble blows, they can’t even remove the cobwebs. Courage is the key.
Gij vreesdet mooglijk voor een spoorwegramp? Maar, Rika, wat kon zaalger voor mij zijn, Dan, onder hels geratel en gestamp, Met u verplet te worden door één trein?
No, Mama. The sweetest hallelujah will be when Billie can walk in the front door of any place she pleases, and nobody will tell her she doesn't belong.
Sure," said Adrian. "I bet going in there and kicking down the door will change their minds. Take Rose with you, and you guys'll make a really good impression.
It was, of course, odd for a lady to be opening her own door, but from the look of the place, Magnus assumed the entire staff of servants had been given the decade off.
The conviction that everyone in this house must be dead had gained such a hold on Magnus that it was a shock when the woman who had summoned him here opened the door.
Our Lord speaks of many coming up to His door confident of admission, whom He yet sends away. Faith is obedience, not confidence.
I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. "Stay here. Guard the car." Saiman shut the door. "Is the sword sentient?" "No. But I like to pretend it is.
I was in love. Either that, or I was knocking on the wrong door. But it didn’t matter, because nobody answered.
When love knocked at my door, I prayed to God and thanked Him for letting me live in a Porta-potty.
Love is like a door—it’s either open or closed. Either that or it’s both—open to others, but closed to you.
Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine. It really did.
What...what about when I'm married?” “We'll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.
I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.
A gust of wind doesn't suddenly bang a door open. A clock doesn't chime. The phone doesn't ring. Yet in the next instant the stillness breaks as if it is crystal.
Let life be the foundation. Be brave. Wander deep inside yourself to the little room no one knows about. Fling the door wide open and write.
That’s how it felt – that the loss of him had a life of its own. I lived with it as I could have lived with him. Some nights it was quiet and sometimes it pounded on my door.
The door that closed kept us from entering a room, but what now lies before us is the rest of reality.
Avoid those who seek friends in order to maintain a certain social status or to open doors they would not otherwise be able to approach.
