Quotes about room

A lot can change in the editing room.

Life is precious and there's not a lot of room for anger.

There's no room for me in your worldIt's time I stopped pretending.But nothing hurts me moreThan a friendship when it's ending.

Yeah, I spent about 20 years in a dorm room. It took me a while to graduate.

Life needs a room so hermetically sealed to breathe life

Why to be in this room?If I was smart... I won't stay in this room and I will move in a room where people are more clever than me... but If it's easy as possibility... I want without a trouble to finish school.

For some, life may be a playground to undermine the brainwaves of others or simply a vainglorious game with an armory of theatrics, illustrating only bleak self-deception, haughty narcissism and dim deficiency in empathy. ("Another empty room")

I am the most pious person in the room. Even though I have no pie - I have pizza, and what can be more virtuous than eating all by yourself?

A room hung with pictures is a room hung with thoughts.

Marriage can be viewed as the waiting room for death.

There's no room for petty grievances in politics.

I used to make my own food and ate on my own in my room.

The more bombers, the less room for doves of peace.

There is always room at the top.

I had therefore to remove knowledge, in order to make room for belief.

There's only one effectively redemptive sacrifice, the sacrifice of self-will to make room for the knowledge of God.

The home viewing experience is slightly different and there's room for these kinds of extra excursions.

Medical decisions have been politicized. What doctor wants a state legislator in his consulting room?

For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier... I put them in the same room and let them fight it out.

All the happiness of man stems from one thing only: that he is incapable of staying quietly in his room.

There's just as much to be heard in silence as there is in a room filled with words.

Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.

Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.

And any room that I enter may become a sideshow tent where I must take my place upon a rickety old bench on the verge of collapse. Even now the Showman stands before my eyes. His stiff red hair moves a little toward one shoulder, as if he is going to turn his gaze upon me, and moves back again; then his head moves a little toward the other shoulder in this never-ending game of horrible peek-a-boo. I can only sit and wait, knowing that one day he will turn full around, step down from his stage, a

Our hearts bear a similarity with storerooms. We hold in them our trampled convictions, our fears, suppressed acts of valor, disappointments, enmity, anguish, secrets, things we wish we should have done, things we wish we shouldn’t have, regret.And continue piling them up with emotions, memories, conversations which did happen and conversations which didn’t, soured relationships and bitter people all of which we should have discarded, we keep it within until there is no space left, until the roo

Well, that was the end of me, the real end. Two pound ten every Tuesday and a room of the Gray's Inn Road. Saved, rescued and with my place to hide in - what more did I want? I crept in and hid. The lid of the coffin shut down with a bang. Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone. No more pawings, no more pryings - leave me alone.

When love becomes a play of squirming mindgames or a tinderbox of mental conflicts, emotional benchmarks need an unremitting reset. ("Another empty room")

So where do you go? Back to the bottle And back to a tiny room somewhere. And wait. And wait, and wait. That's all.

C'mon, let's go in my room and abuse drugs and stuff!

He had you in his room?" A dark cloud crosses Jeb’s face. “Do you swear he didn’t try anything?”“Scout’s honor.”He squeezes my waist, tickling me. “Too bad you were never a Scout.”I squirm and smile. “Nothing happened.”That’s a lie. Morpheus got to me in a big way, showing me a side of myself I can hardly believe exists—one I’m not sure Jeb will be able to accept.

My other boy thing is that I sort of have a teeny tiny superpower. It’s not a jump-over-buildings, see-through-people’s-clothes, or lift-a-train-over-my-head one, which is good, because when you can do those kinds of things you probably have to live in a secret hideout instead of at home with your mom and dad. And I really like my room….

You do not see any improvements you would make?"Miss Harding's smile turned mischievous. "Not at present. But I should have to see the inside. That is where ladies really excel, you know, in curtains and cushions and such.""Indeed," David murmured, remembering how Maude had filled the London house with bolts and piles of fabrics and wallpapers and pillows the instant they arrived. Everything in the very latest style. And then he thought of Emma's cosy sitting room, all books and family portraits

Once in my room I don't have a goddamn clue what to do.

I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again—why I always noticed and remembered the little changes in her dress that I had noticed and remembered in no other woman’s before—why I saw her, heard her, and touched her (when we shook hands at night and morning) as I had never seen, heard, and touched any other woman in my life?

When a woman enters a room, her presence should make them feel some type of way; when she exits the room, she should leave some type of look on their face.

The value in my room is neither my Television nor my bank note. The value in my room is myself! Why? Because even if I lose everything I have, but still get me, I am coming back with full passion and desperation to climb the unclimbed hills again and again!

If you aren't living on the edge you're taking up too much room. Anon.

At the point that it dawns on me that I am not God I have finally made room for God.

The Gingerbread House has four walls, a roof, a door, a window, and a chimney. It is decorated with many sweet culinary delights on the outside.But on the inside there is nothing—only the bare gingerbread walls.It is not a real house—not until you decide to add a Gingerbread Room.That’s when the stories can move in.They will stay in residence for as long as you abstain from taking the first gingerbread bite.

I hide away in my room to seeJust what stories will come to me.

Jesus said, “But when you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret.

After I see a painting, I go into a room, I close my eyes and I slowly escape into the beauty of the painting. I reflect on the painting, the nuances of the artwork, it's theme, mood and highlights -until the magic of the painting flashes before me.

The first attempt may fail, but it does not create room for excuses.

If your thoughts are as tall as the height of your ceiling, you can’t fly above your room.

Everybody's damaged by something.

My mama told me If you're the smartest person in the room then you're in the wrong room.

The child inside me wouldn't stop crying. Every time it loses something so important to it. A person or a thing it loves the most, I pretend like nothing happened. But I hear it sobbing helplessly inside me. And the pathetic part of all this is, It neither grows up nor dies. Every time I stand in front of a mirror, it stares at me through my eyes. With its tear-stained face and that intense eyes that rip my ribs apart and the cry of it echoes through every room of my soul.

But it was not the room’s disorder which was frightening; it was the fact that when one began searching for the key to this disorder, one realized that it was not to be found in any of the usual places. For this was not a matter of habit or circumstance or temperament; it was a matter of punishment and grief.

His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapologetic but it grew on you like a wart on your nose you didn't realise it was a part of your identity until one day it simply was. His room was his identity. Fiercely bold, avant-garde but never monotonous. He was red, he was black, he was bored, and he was fire. At least to me he seemed like fire. A t

Is it always that way with men, that first burst of love or sex the thing that binds you? Do you always have to harken back to those first weeks when just the way he walked across a room made you want to take off all your clothes?

When a small night-lamp alone illuminated our love-making, it became a very small, circular room which silently passed through nights humming with stars.

Our minds are so cluttered with endless to-do lists that there's no room for us to experience the joy in being alive today.

VIRTUALITY ACTUALITYClassrooms in schools will give way to classes in rooms at homeKamil Ali

When I'm writing I don't want anyone else in the room - including myself.

Okay we both know... what happens... with sex... different places... different time... different date... different rooms... the biatch is still bitchy.... very bitchy as pitchy.... The agony - DOOOOOO YOU FEEL IT?- wE JUST PREDICTED THE FUTURE!

He found himself in a room not unlike the shop. All books again, packed tight on shelves or laying in piles on every surface. It was a cozy room, for all that ; it smelled of warm, rich words and very deep thoughts.

When you speak, your words echo only across the room or down the hall. but when you write, your words echo down the ages.

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

A hole is a space where everything has been moved out so that opportunity has space to move in.

Room full of Success has doors called failures.

Word-Power'Being stuck in my room,I've become a world traveler.If you wonder how...just guess how I've reached you right now

You will find yourself with a beautiful boy and you will not want to stay in that room, with him, even though there is nothing more you can ask for in another human beingand there is nothing you can do about this.

The walls in my room know your name. They heard me sigh your name last night!

The only really interesting thing iswhat happens between two people in a room.