Floor And Ceiling Quotes

#1. And another hour to scrape seven of them off the stove, floor, and ceiling. . . .

Rachel Renee Russell

#2. In architecture volume can be seen to be either a portion of space contained and defined by wall, floor and ceiling or roof planes or a quantity of space displaced by the mass of the building.

Francis D.K. Ching

#3. And that was when Ryker collapsed. One second he was standing, the next second his ass was to the floor, his knees bent to the ceiling, his forearms to his knees and his head was bowed between his legs. Merry, Cal and Layne all looked down at a big man brought low by a miracle.

Kristen Ashley

#4. I gaze up at the ceiling. Through it. Past Kim and Chip's room on the second floor into the sky, space, heaven, hell. Who says hell is down? It could be up. It could be next door to heaven. Hell could be a subset of heaven, like a ghetto in the middle of a glass city.

Julie Anne Peters

#5. The next time I open my eyes, I'm on the floor, on my back, staring at the water-stained ceiling of The Horny Goat. And . . . I think there's gum up there. What kind of demented bastard puts chewing gum on the ceiling? Has to be a health hazard.

Emma Chase

#6. If I never sang on a record again I can still look at my walls. They are covered floor to ceiling with gold and platinum records from all over the world.

Don Dokken

#7. This is very creative, said Mrs. Fretag, and she began to read my essay. The words sounded good to me. Everybody was listening. My words filled the room, from blackboard to blackboard, they hit the ceiling and bounced off, they covered Mrs. Fretag's shoes and piled up on the floor.

Charles Bukowski

#8. Aim for the sky and you'll reach the ceiling. Aim for the ceiling and you'll stay on the floor.

Bill Shankly

#9. On the forest floor was the LVR's smoldering ceiling panel, just lying there like the lid of a sardine can that had been eagerly and violently thrown away by someone who very much liked sardines.

Cuthbert Soup

#10. Then it was a rumble, causing the house to groan and small clouds of dust to drop from the ceiling. The table scuttled over the floor. A chair toppled over and then another. Somewhere in the living room, a window shattered. Kat was going to bring the house down.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#11. He wanted to roar like a lion on a cement floor. And bellow like a polar bear with yellow fur worn down to pink skin against the tiles of an enclosure in a zoo. The disgust must come. Let it drip down the walls. Scorch the ceiling black with hatred. Liberate rage.

Adam Nevill

#12. You never really know what's going on with your ceiling until you just give up and lie down on your floor.

Jeanne Ray

#13. What a beautiful and chaste-looking mouth! from floor to ceiling, lines, or rather papered with a glistening white membrane, glossy as bridal satins.

Herman Melville

#14. Dev catches me in my moment of triumph, and for an instant, a weird, wicked gleam passes over his features. Great, now he'll think I was jealous. I take in the broken ceiling and the huge chunk of it that sits on the floor.
Yeah, okay, maybe I was.

E.J. Mellow

#15. Then I placed the blade next to the skin on my palm. A tingle arched across my scalp. The floor tipped up at me and my body spilled away. Then I was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next ...

Patricia McCormick

#16. This was more like it, a narrowed cluttered little shop stacked with books from floor to ceiling and four or five browsers taking their time- putting thumb marks on the new jackets. Nobody paid any attention to them.

Raymond Chandler

#17. My daughter loves to cook. At first, I found myself making her be really neat and precise. Then I realized it's OK if things get all over the floor and counters and ceiling. We're making memories.

Kimberly Schlapman

#18. I walk through the glass doors and into the lobby, which is floor-to-ceiling glass and steel. This fascinates me to no end, because buildings back in Portland are made of grass and mud.

Fanny Merkin

#19. We must raise both the ceiling and the floor.

Sheryl Sandberg

#20. The house was a vast labyrinth of books. Volumes were stacked from floor to ceiling on every wall, dark, crackling, redolent of leather bindings, smooth to the touch, with their gold titles and translucent gilt-edged pages and delicate typography.

Isabel Allende

#21. I thought of the one thing about home that I missed, my dad's study with its built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves sagging with thick biographies and the black leather chair that kept me just uncomfortable enough to keep from feeling sleepy as I read.

John Green

#22. I've never heard of anybody smoking a joint and going on a rampage. It makes you lie around on the floor and look at the ceiling. What's wrong with that?

Billy Bob Thornton

#23. I lie on the floor with my head on my books and my feet up on more of my books and stare up at the ceiling with its flystuck old electric fitting and at this point in the story even the ceiling is glorious.

Ali Smith

#24. Every ceiling, when reached, becomes a floor, upon which one walks as a matter of course and prescriptive right

Aldous Huxley

#25. (Ash used his powers to lift Zarek from the floor and pin him roughly against the ceiling.)
Stop pushing your luck, boy. I've had it with you. (Acheron)
Have you ever thought of hiring yourself out to Disneyland? People would pay a fortune for this ride. (Zarek)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#26. Everybody seemed to be on a cell phone. The marble floor and high ceiling took all of the voices and multiplied them into a fierce cacophony of white noise.

Michael Connelly

#27. One person's ceiling is another person's floor.

Denis Waitley

#28. He describes it as a large apartment, with a red brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides of bacon, and ropes of onions.

Charles Dickens

#29. Alone in the worn mahogany paneled library surrounded by hundreds of books that filled every shelf and lined every wall from floor to ceiling, Lady Butler contemplated, How odd it is that a room filled with millions of words can be so silent.

Lance Taubold

#30. There was a much smaller room on the other side. It was merely the size of, say, a cathedral. And it was lined floor to ceiling with more hourglasses that Susan could just see dimly in the light from the big room. She stepped inside and snapped her fingers.

Terry Pratchett