In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon...
You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.
My mind is like a room where the door swings free in the breeze, and many visitors come and go and stay and vanish as they will.
And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.
A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.
The result is ... that there's no room left in the world for the weird – though plenty for crude, contemptuous, wisecracking, fun-poking imitations of it.
Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room. ("Hair")
Really, some cases shouldn’t even smell the court room. Screw Habaeus Corpus, lock up the criminal and have the keys thrown away.
There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living.
The moment was surreal. A sometimes-autistic young man with two identities lecturing a room full of zombies on feelings and realities.
Standing before the worn books and dusty shelves, she seemed like a ray of light in the windowless room.
No room in my world for drama, and the last thing I needed was more death. This beautiful woman would bring me both.
Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?" Marc asked. "You bet. If not I'll just make use of the overhead bin.
Those eyes of his just look up at me, pupils dilated in the diffused lights of the room. Wide, black pools, seeking out galaxies.
With time, grief has a way of slipping down in the crevices of your heart. It never really leaves; it just makes room for more.
I’d live anywhere, - in one room, in the castle ruin right now – if it meant we could all just be together.
For chat-room tyros who expect to make their first million day-trading by age 27, paging through the Sunday newspaper with a pair of scissors just to save a couple of cents on Cheetos seems so, well, old economy.
Christine Brinkley, that's my age range of supermodels. That's on my radar. This isn't someone where I don't know who she is. She turned out to be such a bright light. She walks into a room and just lights it up. She's just that person.
In New York one lives in the moment rather more than Socrates advised, so that at a party or alone in your room it will always be difficult to guess at the long term worth of anything.
Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own.
I'm good at being on my own. As a kid, I was always in my room alone, so I have a high threshold for it. If I'm bored, I'll read. Hanging around doesn't go well with me.
