Hallways Quotes by Veronica Roth, Raquel Cepeda, Patricia Briggs, James Surowiecki, Michelle Obama, Laurie Halse Anderson and many others.
His absence will haunt their hallways, and he will be a space they can’t fill. And then time will pass, and the hole will be gone, like when an organ is removed and the body’s fluids flow into the space it leaves. Humans can’t tolerate emptiness for long.
The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.
If it looks like a hallway, feels like a hallway, and acts like a hallway—is it important to figure out that it isn’t a hallway?
On the simplest level, telecommuting makes it harder for people to have the kinds of informal interactions that are crucial to the way knowledge moves through an organization. The role that hallway chat plays in driving new ideas has become a cliche of business writing, but that doesn’t make it less true.
Parents have a right to expect that their efforts at home won’t be undone each day in the school cafeteria or in the vending machine in the hallway. …Parents have a right to expect that their kids will be served fresh, healthy food that meets high nutritional standards.
I see IT in the hallway. IT goes to Merryweather. IT is walking with Aubrey cheerleader. IT is my nightmare and I can’t wake up.IT sees me. IT smiles and winks. Good thing my lips are stitched together or I’d throw up.
I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.
Writing’s funny, it’s like walking down a hall in the dark looking for the light switch, and suddenly you find it, flip it on, and then you discover the hallway you passed through is papered with the novel you’ve written.
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
My childhood was marked by the great fear of nuclear holocaust. We practiced our Civil Defense Drills, lining up in hallways, curled to the floor, but we knew we’d die or, worse, survive only to suffer radiation and slow death.
And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn’t look away from him. The girl in front of him seemed to disappear, and all there was in the hallway was him and the sweet, beautiful smell of his blood.
Iggy: “Now what? Who you gonna call?” A quiet voice in the hallway outside: “Ghostbusters!” (Captain Perry and John groan) John: “That phrase is ruined forever.
But innovation comes from people meeting up in the hallways or calling each other at 10:30 at night with a new idea, or because they realized something that shoots holes in how we’ve been thinking about a problem.
My father was in the kitchen putting a new washer in the kitchen faucet. He looked relieved to see Morelli standing in the hallway. He’d probably prefer I bring home someone useful, like a butcher or a car mechanic, but I guess cops are a step up from undertakers.
What?” Jace was still staring at her as if she’d told him she’d found one of the Silent Brothers doing nude cartwheels in the hallway.
I was so paranoid that my friends wouldn’t like me. I went to a very small school where the consequences of bullying were very real. You couldn’t just push some nameless face in the hallway because everybody knew each other’s families, so there wasn’t the obligatory psychotic jackass that tortured everybody.
Also, in my bedroom, nobody minded if I kept the hall door half-open, allowing in enough light that I was not scared of the dark, and, just as important, allowing me to read secretly, after my bedtime, using the dim hallway light to read by, if I needed to. I always needed to.
Et une fois de plus je m’avan cВ° ais le long de ces me”В mes couloirs, marchant depuis des jours, depuis des mois, depuis des anneВ es, a’В В votre rencontre. And one more time, I advanced along these same hallways, walking for days, for months, for years, to meet you.
Having no other recourse, Roran resorted to the unexpected: he stuck his head and neck out and shouted, “BAH!” just as he would if he were trying to scare someone in a dark hallway.
The hallway of every man’s life is paced with pictures; pictures gay and pictures gloomy, all useful, for if we be wise, we can learn from them a richer and braver way to live.
That’s a terrible price to pay because you loved life so much, with the intensity of a thousand suns, and the women and all of it – and then it’s all taken away from you. You end up walking the hallways of always to a place called tedium and apathy, day after day after day. Years go by.
She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
You just mingled saliva with the most beautiful boy ever to tread the hallways of Saint Pock’s. Saliva. There’s DNA in saliva. You’re like carrying his cells in your mouth like one of those weird frogs that incubates its eggs in its cheeks
Who snitched?” “We have people monitoring police radio frequencies. They gave Jim a heads-up in case our security had to storm PAD offices and bust you out of there. I found out when I saw Jim walking down the hallway snickering to himself.
There simply aren’t any grand moments in life, and we surely don’t live in those moments. No, we live in the utterly mundane. We exist in the bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms, and hallways of life. This is where the character of our life is set. This is where we live the life of faith.
Just because they didn’t shoot you all in the head doesn’t mean their intentions were somehow honorable. Why do you think they came here? Just to run through your hallways, knock you conscious, and leave?
And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn’t worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.
I was the hallway clown in high school.
The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways
One recurring dream, many others have also: you go into a familiar house, discover a door or hallway, and find the house continues into hidden rooms. Sometimes a whole second house is there, a larger and unknown extension of the familiar dwelling.
My strangest auditioning experience was when I was reading for a TV show, and right when I started the audition, the casting director left the room and yelled at me from the hallway to keep reading.
And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.
It’s hard to mix with a crowd when you’re walking down the hallway and everybody else is a foot shorter. I remember hanging out with my friends, like at the mall, and thinking people were staring at me and talking about me. It made me turn inside myself. I became more shy and quiet.
I have never understood, for example, how come a child can climb up on the roof, scale the TV antenna, and rescue the cat … yet cannot walk down the hallway without grabbing both walls with his grubby hands for balance.
So I take it you guys are going to stay inside my flat and not out in the hallway like my father’s guards? (Kiara) You know that’s the most pathetic way to guard someone. (In a falsetto he added.) Please protect my life by being outside so that when they come in and kill me you can’t hear it. (Syn)
The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.
I was the dork in high school who sang musical numbers up and down the hallways.
On the other side of the handrail, the hallway’s gray marble floor looks as if we’ve climbed a stairway through the clouds.
The smoke alarm went off in the hallway upstairs, either to let us know the battery had just died or because the house was on fire.
I remember when I was 5 living on Pulaski Street in Brooklyn, the hallway of our building had a brass banister and a great sound, a great echo system. I used to sing in the hallway.
Crowded hallways, are the loneliest places, for outcasts and rebels,or anyone who just dares to be different.
Many a man that could rule a hundherd millyon sthrangers with an ir’n hand is careful to take off his shoes in the front hallway whin he comes home late at night.
Now, Richard Pryor was unique. Many misunderstood his humor. He lit up the hallway, but they didn’t understand his use of profanity. He didn’t use it just to be using it; he used it in the context of his satire.
But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped. I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.
The hallway was lined with numbered doors, odd numbers on one side and even numbers on the other, and large ornamental vases, too large to hold flowers and too small to hold spies.
Often the doorway to success is entered through the hallway of failure.
They say the cure is about happiness, but I understand now that it isn’t, and it never was. It’s about fear: fear of pain, fear of hurt, fear, fear, fear – a blind animal existence, bumping between walls, shuffling between ever-narrowing hallways, terrified and dull and stupid.
The first session I did with the Stones was an accident. I just happened to be wandering down the hallway of the same studio.
I actually write a lot, but mostly just daily gibberish. I am a documentation addict: “I just peed. I walked down the hallway. I dropped my pencil. I just aged a minute.”
I’ve been singing my whole life. I’d randomly sing in the hallways at high school, and all my friends would be like, ‘You should sing on ‘Canadian Idol’!” It definitely gassed me!