#stairs

I said I thought first I was on the stairs; then I remembered I was in the kitchen when he came in. ↗

— Lizzie Andrew Borden

#first #i #kitchen #remembered #said

As I stood there absorbing Hammett's novel, the slot machines at the back of the shop were clanking and whirring, and in the billiard room upstairs the perpetual poker game was being played. ↗

— Ross MacDonald

#being #game #i #machines #novel

Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#down #fall #look #never #stairs

Enter with the torch in the stadium. 80,000 people screaming. I was waiting downstairs for the start for 10 hours; I was so tired with the torch. I give the torch to the combined ski cross country that they win gold in Lillehammer in 1994. ↗

— Alberto Tomba

#country #cross #cross country #downstairs #enter

I keep my own personality in a cupboard under the stairs at home so that no one else can see it or nick it. ↗

— Dawn French

#else #home #i #keep #my own

He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #jem-carstairs #sisters

He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked down at it, at her bitten fingernails, the still-healing scratches along the backs of her fingers. He kissed the back of it, just a light touch of his mouth, and his hair-as soft and light as silk-brushed her wrist as he lowered his head. She felt a shock go through her, strong enough to startle her, and she stood speechless as he straightened, his mouth curving into a smile. "Mizpah," he said. She blinked at him, a little dazed. "What?" "A sort or goodbye without saying goodbye," he said. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tessa-gray #love

Though Will was saying earlier,” Tessa added, “that heroes all come to bad ends, and he could not imagine why anyone would want to be one, anyway.” “Ah.” Jem’s hand squeezed hers briefly, and then let it go. “Well, Will is looking at it from the hero’s viewpoint, isn’t he? But as for the rest of us, it’s an easy answer.” “Is it?” “Of course.” His voice was almost a whisper now. “Heroes endure because we need them. Not for their own sakes. If Will … ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #imagination

When I am in the darkness, I will think of it in the light, with you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #love #tessa #tessa-gray #love

Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#on-the-bridge #will-herondale #will-herondale