Shut The Front Door And Other Quotes

#1. Shut the front door!" Jenna exclaimed.
Andrew disappeared into the foyer, and when he returned, his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. "The door is shut?

Laura Kreitzer

#2. I'm not afraid of computers taking over the world.

Thom Yorke

#3. At some point you have to love in order to be lovable.

Leanne Banks

#4. I'm very lucky. I am one of those people who is able to go home, shut the front door and completely focus on the kids.

Nick Clegg

#5. Yeah, I have a tough-girl image.

Miranda Lambert

#6. Shut the front door!

Jaci Burton

#7. Oh my god! Would you shut the front door already?! Look at you walking out here with your hair done, nails done, everything did. Whatchu think you fancy, huh? Look, uh, sweetheart, I don't speak Gucci or anything, but I'll give it my best shot.

Alex Riley

#8. I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. "Stay here. Guard the car."
Saiman shut the door. "Is the sword sentient?"
"No. But I like to pretend it is.

Ilona Andrews

#9. Unless you make a daily effort to see the world as God sees it, you will never get beyond mere appearances.

Michel Quoist

#10. When I was growing up, my mother always wore Chanel.

Alice Dellal

#11. It's first owner ... well, things didn't turn out too well for her. Her name was Helena.'
Piper let that sink in. "Wait, you mean the Helena? Helena of Troy?'
Annabeth nodded.
"And it's just sitting in your toolshed?

Rick Riordan

#12. I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time.

Emile M. Cioran

#13. There's no blueprint for where I should be. I see myself as a young, good actor who still has a lot to learn. There's nobody at any point in their career who is the finished article.

Daniel Radcliffe

#14. The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.

Cassandra Clare

#15. She'd done better than most; it would take the Empire a whole battle station to end her.

Alexander Freed

#16. I speak pretty fluent American, though I do so with a strong British accent, and I love America: The scale and the variety of it are astonishing to someone not born there, and I'm convinced that its energy and generosity have somehow rubbed off on me and affected my writing. For the better.

Laurie Graham

#17. Oh my god will you shut the front door already!

Alex Riley

#18. He already missed her, even before he shut the front door behind him.

Allie Burke

#19. One wants to be loved, in lack thereof admired, in lack thereof feared, in lack thereof loathed and despised. One wants to instill some sort of emotion in people. The soul trembles before emptiness and desires contact at any price.

Hjalmar Soderberg

#20. Yeah, I get it. I'll be cool as a well digger's ass."
He jumped when the front door slammed shut, the harsh bang echoing around the trees.
Mitch shook his head. "That well digger must be working in a hot spring.

Hunter Shea

#21. That Canadian team had a bunch of guys who are in the 1 percent: Crosby, Getzlaf, Perry, Carter, Richards and Weber - guys who would win Olympic gold and make $8 and $10 million a season down the line. Though a player might be in that 1 percent, no team is, not as a group.

Patrick O'Sullivan

#22. You cannot save every fallen bird," said Woosley, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. "Even the handsome ones." "One will do," said Magnus, and, as Will was no longer within his sight, he let the front door fall shut.

Cassandra Clare

#23. The line between justice and injustice, between things being right and things not being right, can't be drawn between "us" and "them." It runs right down through the middle of each one of us.

N. T. Wright

#24. You hold in your hand the camel's-hair brush of a painter of Life. You stand before the vast white canvas of Time. The paints are your thoughts, emotions and acts.

Wilferd Peterson

#25. Are you happy?" she [Clarisse] said. "Am I what?" he [Montag] cried. But she was gone- running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently.

Ray Bradbury