Long Corridor Quotes

#1. Naw," he whispered, taking one more look at the bow tie, "no one is going to care." A

James Gerard

#2. every myth, every fable must have some roots. Something lies among those roots.'
'It does. ... Most often a dream, a wish, a desire, a yearning. Faith that there are no limits to possibility. And occasionally chance.

Andrzej Sapkowski

#3. I've never felt stronger than when I was packing up my room at Richard's place. [...] I've also never felt sadder. Sad but strong. You can be both. And I am.

Emery Lord

#4. Tell me how many songs that I must sing before I can see you in your glory, hear your whole entire story, bathe inside your golden, golden sea?

Trevor Hall

#5. Keeping a feminine approach is vital - men hate bossy females.

Ida Lupino

#6. It's a bit like walking down a long, dark corridor never knowing when the light will go on.

Neil Lennon

#7. I like to wear girlie things, but only if I can rock them up with biker boots or a jacket.

Pixie Lott

#8. Believing in books is a lot like believing in God.

Julie Schumacher

#9. It was a long corridor and it branched into other corridors and it led her up short flights of steps which mounted to others again. There

Frances Hodgson Burnett

#10. The dream I have when I go to sleep involves me crawling through a very narrow wooden corridor for a very long time.

Sam Pink

#11. My goal is to never quit.

Andrew McDermott

#12. They made you an Amendment and convinced you it meant 'American.

Darnell Lamont Walker

#13. The trooper spoke while staring nervously down the corridor. "Because it's the right thing to do." Poe shook his head, not buying it for a second. "Buddy, if we're gonna do this, we have to be honest with each other." The trooper stared at him for a long moment. "I need a pilot.

Alan Dean Foster

#14. The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: 'I am not empty, I am open'.

Tomas Transtromer

#15. The world belongs to those who know how to speak well, and fortunes are made by those who write well,

V.C. Andrews

#16. The moment at which two people, approaching from opposite ends of a long passageway, recognize each other and immediately pretend they haven t. This is to avoid the ghastly embarrassment of having to continue recognizing each other the whole length of the corridor.

Douglas Adams

#17. She took a right, and then another right. Shouldn't the long corridor leading to the stairs be just ahead? Where had she made a wrong turn?

Matthew J. Costello

#18. Why do you believe in God?" the woman asked me in the busy corridor. I don't remember the answer I gave. It was probably too long and rattled in her ears. I wish I could go back and answer her again. "Because HE believes in me," I would say. Isn't that enough?

Donna VanLiere

#19. Egypt tasted as Eleanor remembered: gritty, dry, and full of a hundred thousand secrets. She licked her lips and peered down the long corridor before her. A shadow moved across the ancient tomb walls.

E. Catherine Tobler

#20. Everything had something behind it: life was like a long corridor with rows of closed doors.

Henry James

#21. By seven o'clock even the long corridor was as dim as the alley outside. No one thought of shutting the windows - I doubt whether they will shut...and the fog rolled over the sill in banks and round the open glass doors, till even the white cap of a Sister could hardly be seen as she passed.

Enid Bagnold

#22. I was surprised about vi going in, though, I didn't know it was in System V.

Bill Joy

#23. If our eloquence be directed above the heads of our hearers, we shall do no execution. By pointing our arguments low, we stand a chance of hitting their hearts as well as their heads. In addressing angels, we could hardly raise our eloquence too high; but we must remember that men are not angels.

Charles Caleb Colton

#24. The corridor didn't seem long enough to contain so much blackness.

'Passing Through Peacehaven

Ramsey Campbell

#25. When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain belated visitor on a lighted threshold at the far end of some impeccably narrowing corridor.

Vladimir Nabokov

#26. Dortmunder and the Major strolled away down the long corridor overlooking customs, with the duty-free shops on one side of the corridor and on the other side the railing where people can stand and look down at their returning relatives and visiting foreign friends being degraded.

Donald E. Westlake

#27. In fact one is tempted to ask whether there is a single man left ready, for once, to commit an outrageous folly.

Soren Kierkegaard