#stairs

I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#books #everywhere #i #only #piles

Even on a personal note, my dressing table downstairs is crowded with things, like a mini landscape. It's a city with buildings and towers and roads. There's a pool and a little park. When I move something around it becomes a different tableau. ↗

— Tony Curtis

#becomes #buildings #city #crowded #different

I should have known what you would do,” Jem said in a low voice. “I always know what you will do. I should have known you would put your hands into the fire.” “And I should have known you would throw that packet away,” said Will, without rancor. “It was—it was a madly noble thing to do. I understand why you did it.” “I was thinking of Tessa.” Jem drew his knees up and rested his chin on them, then laughed softly. “Madly noble. Isn’t that meant to be your area of expertise? Suddenly I am the one who does ridiculous things and you tell me to stop?” “God,” said Will. “When did we change places?” The firelight played over Jem’s face and hair as he shook his head. “It is a very strange thing, to be in love,” he said. “It changes you.” Will looked down at Jem, and what he felt, more than jealousy, more than anything else, was a wistful desire to commiserate with his best friend, to speak of the feelings he held in his heart. For were they not the same feelings? Did they not love the same way, the same person? But, “I wish you wouldn’t risk yourself,” was all he said. Jem stood up. “I have always wished that about you.” Will raised his eyes, so drowsy with sleep and the tiredness that came with healing runes that he could see Jem only as a haloed figure of light. “Are you going?” “Yes, to sleep.” Jem touched his fingers lightly to Will’s healing hands. “Let yourself rest, Will. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#parabatai #will-herondale #change

I think he came to the front door and rang the bell, and Maggie let him in, and he said he had forgotten his key; so I think she must have been down stairs. ↗

— Lizzie Andrew Borden

#bell #came #door #down #forgotten

At last, someone came to tell me I'd been selected as commissioner, which gave rise to the line that I took the job with clean hands. I was then taken downstairs to a press conference, and the reporters were as surprised as I was. ↗

— Pete Rozelle

#came #clean #commissioner #conference #downstairs

I spend a lot of time working as a painter and in my studio I go from upstairs where I paint to downstairs where I play and record, so I get this thing crossing over. ↗

— Andy Summers

#downstairs #get #go #i #lot

Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #jem-carstairs #page- #love

For five years it had been his absolute truth. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Will Herondale lives, therefore Jem Carstairs lives also. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #jem-carstairs #page- #will-herondale

She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #jem-carstairs #page- #tessa-gray

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