#stairs

In the last year my wife has noticed me struggling to get downstairs on a Sunday morning. I've two young children and football has been so good to me over the years I don't want to spoil it. ↗

— Graeme Le Saux

#children #downstairs #football #get #good

Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#ahead #anything #beyond #concepts #emerges

I collect fantasy swords, replicas from films, and have them displayed on the wall as you go up the stairs. ↗

— Gary Numan

#displayed #fantasy #films #go #i

I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but... I promise you, the right man won't care. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life

There are too many steps in this castle, and it seems to me they add a few every night, just to vex me" - Maester Cressen ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#lazy #old-age #stairs #steps #age

A great sadness welled up in Magnus at the sight of him. It was human to age and die, and Jem stood outside that humanity now, outside the light that burned so brightly and so briefly. It was cold outside that light and fire. No one had greater cause to know that cold than Magnus did. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #magnus-bane #age

What is a staircase, but a corridor improved by elevation? ↗

— Catherine Gilbert Murdock

#stairs #architecture

His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall. ↗

— J. M. Barrie

#equal #equality #hall #his #lordship

Jem and Will had set up camp on one of the long tables in the back of the library, ostensibly to help advise her, but more likely, it seemed, to mock and be amused by her consternation. “You point your feet out too much when you walk,” Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. “Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck.” “I do not walk like a duck.” “I like ducks,” Jem observed diplomatically. “Especially the ones in Hyde Park.” He glanced sideways at Will; both boys were sitting on the edge of the high table, their legs dangling over the side. “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?” “They ate it too,” Will reminisced. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #will-herondale #business

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #will-herondale #death