Quotes about Room

Be on guard, my soul, of complicating your environment so that you have neither time nor room for growth!

I have always held, too, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime; and when Holmes, in one of his queer humors, would sit in an armchair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges, and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V. R. done in bullet-pocks, I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it.

This room is not well adapted as a cell, and Mr. Patrick Cairns occupies too large a portion of our carpet.

Where glowing embers through the room teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.

We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.

The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked THROUGH them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not service—she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear:

Notwithstanding all this furniture, there was still room to turn around in, but not to swing a cat in, at least with entire security to the cat. However, the room was large, for a ship's stateroom, and was in every way satisfactory.

The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked THROUGH them for so

This was hell then; it wasn't anything to worry about: it was just his own familiar room.

When I began in 1960, individuality wasn't an accepted thing to look for; it was about species-specific behaviour. But animal behaviour is not hard science. There's room for intuition.

Love alone brings a human being to full awareness of personal existence. For it is in love alone that man finds room enough to be what he is.

A room without books is like a life without meaning.