If a man truly loves, he gives no heed to what others may think. His heart has no room for that, for it is filled to the brim with the unutterable truth of his feelings.
Many contemporary composers have been building walls of sounds following their own clever devices. But then, who lives inside those rooms?
Children have a tendency to behave as poorly as the most poorly behaved kid in the room. The laws of physics dictate that if there is a kid screaming and running in the hallway of a hotel, all the other children will scream and run in the hallway of ...
Care to see your room?” -Bones Let me guess—it’s that smashed‐up car right over there." -Cat
Building up a dream is like building a room; the foundation must be deep, strong, firm and dependable.
It wasn't till Sebastian began to stalk toward her that she recalled her situation. She was wet and half naked, alone in a room with a strong brutish male of unknown intentions.
All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one...
I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.
If he could walk across the room and touch her he would be sane. But between them lay a treacherous and complex journey. It was a very wide world.
...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.
I’m sure you can manage from here”, and without a further word, he walked out of her room, then let himself out of her flat.
Just because The Past always hung there upon its hooks on the game-room wall, you didn't have to pull it down and use it on yourself.
The room continued to spin though she was standing still, but her ears were hot. She felt like she'd just slammed three doubles of tequila and needed a fistfight chaser.
Jack glanced toward the dressing room, not believing that all the time he had been with her, she had been half-naked...
She knows what it is to be sad and miserable, but those emotions are almost enjoyable. They throw moments of happiness and laughter into sharper relief.
It lingers in this room like the voices that still echo here, some belonging to a man who’d once been alive, and the rest belong to others who’ve never drawn breath.
…this was not as real as my despairing sense that nothing was real for me, nothing would ever be real for me again – unless, indeed, this sensation of falling was reality…
Everyone wants to look for something of their own, a house of their own, a child of their own, a partner of their own, entirely for themselves alone. No one is satisfied with a room of their own any more.
How could Mark be halfway across the world when she would have sworn he'd been in this room with her only seconds ago?
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