Top 70 Hallway Quotes

I believe this: If an actor wants a role or wants to work with somebody, then you do everything within reason to try to get that role. If they want you to audition, you audition. If they want you to screen-test, you screen-test. If they want you to come and tap-dance in their hallway, you tap-dance in their hallway.

Creativity is a mansion. If you’re empty in one room, all you have to do is go out into the hallway and enter another room that’s full.

I can draw pencil lines to show something is moving, but if I’m writing, I struggle with how to write it. The boy ran down the hallway? The boy ran quickly down the hallway? The boy ran down the marble hallway? I agonize over the words. So my editor works very hard. I’m lucky to have her.

I don’t know if I’d want to be a Secret Service agent. In the movies, it’s exciting and romantic and all that. Really, most of their job is standing in a hallway for 12 hours making sure somebody doesn’t come through a doorway off of a stairwell.

At the New York Harvard Club, they’ve moved the memorial for those who died in World Wars I and II up to an obscure little hallway; they used to be in the main hall, in the most prominent location. The sacrifice of those young people I always found so stunning and so admirable.

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.

When I think about how I grew up sleeping on a cot in the hallway in a one-bedroom apartment in Flatbush, it’s been a great life. I can’t complain.

I was never the girl who walked down the centre of the hallway snapping people out of her way.

I can draw pencil lines to show something is moving, but if I’m writing, I struggle with how to write it. The boy ran down the hallway? The boy ran quickly down the hallway? The boy ran down the marble hallway? I agonize over the words. So my editor works very hard. I’m lucky to have her.

I was brought up in a tenement house in a working district. We didn’t even have a bathroom! We had a gaslight in the hallway and a black-and-white TV.

I created ‘Captain Underpants’ when I was in the second grade. I was constantly getting in trouble for being the class clown, so my teacher sent me out into the hallway to punish me. It was there in the hall that I began drawing ‘Captain Underpants’. Soon I was making my own comic books about him.

I used to have this joke: ‘Every hallway is a runway.’

On the PBS recording of ‘The Light in the Piazza’ backstage, you get to see me doing some sweet lunges down the hallway of the Vivian Beaumont.

I’m not at the point where I’d feel safe in a house alone. I would be really scared. I’m the kind of person that when I get up to go use the bathroom I have this big long hallway, and I just know someone’s going to jump out and get me.

It started in middle school. Once, a group of girls locked me in the janitor’s closet. Another time, a girl spilled chocolate milk down a dress I made. Girls would try to trip me in the hallway.

Most cops are not looking for understanding. They work in a world filled with a sense – real or imagined – of danger lurking around each corner and every hallway. Most cops are merely looking for respect.

It wasn’t until 9th grade that I got into music. This guy in school heard me singing around the hallway to girls and stuff. The girls liked it. One day, he was like, ‘Come to my crib. I got a studio. Come and record a hook for me.’ I recorded the hook on the ‘Lovers & Friends’ beat – Usher.

I was an overweight kid, and I went through a period where, oh my God, they were making cow sounds at me when I walked down the hallway and just humiliating me. Kids can be mean.

When I grew up, there was still black and white TV. I was told to never get out of bed once you’re put to bed. I’d sneak down the hallway, try to avoid the creaking floor boards and go in and watch the ‘Midnight Movie.’

When I lived in a little flat in Pimlico in 1981, I’d write in the hallway. As you walked in, there was a tiny little recess type thing, hardly a hallway, really, and I’d sit there writing songs with my guitar.

When I grew up, there was still black and white TV. I was told to never get out of bed once you’re put to bed. I’d sneak down the hallway, try to avoid the creaking floor boards and go in and watch the ‘Midnight Movie.’

When I was 16, I had a job on the cleaning crew at a local hospital. I wore a pink uniform and cleaned bathrooms and buffed the hallway linoleum. Oddly, I don’t recall hating the job. I recall getting choked up at the end of the summer when I went to turn in my uniform and say goodbye to the ladies.

I have a surprisingly large appetite anyway and I don’t drive, I walk everywhere, I don’t sit down at the moment and I pace the hallway when I’m on the phone. I think that if I didn’t eat large amounts of carbs and cheese I would wither away into a husk.

I remember running down the hallway screaming ‘We’re Not Gonna Take It.’ It was really one of those childhood anthems that really stirred you up and made you want to rebel.

I felt vulnerable and very much between friends. I remember walking down the hallway and thinking I had no way of knowing what was coming, literally. This wasn’t because I had some horrific bullying story, but because of a steady drip of negativity.

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.

I spent 18 months with the furniture parked in front of the radiators, cooking as quickly as I possibly could to use the least amount of gas and electricity. I unscrewed the lightbulbs in the hallway, unplugged everything at the wall so not even the LCD display was blinking away on the oven.

I remember running down the hallway screaming ‘We’re Not Gonna Take It.’ It was really one of those childhood anthems that really stirred you up and made you want to rebel.

I took my kids everywhere. I didn’t have money for child care, so I took them to college with me and they sat in the hallway.

So much of writing is like walking down a dark hallway with your arms out in front of you. You bump into a lot of things.

Wayne was coming out of a session as Mickey for ‘Totally Minnie.’ We met in the hallway. We just blended really well.

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.

When I was 16, I had a job on the cleaning crew at a local hospital. I wore a pink uniform and cleaned bathrooms and buffed the hallway linoleum. Oddly, I don’t recall hating the job. I recall getting choked up at the end of the summer when I went to turn in my uniform and say goodbye to the ladies.

I was never the girl who walked down the centre of the hallway snapping people out of her way.

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.

You could mention my name in any hallway in any academic institution and you would have people foaming at the mouth.

The first session I did with the Stones was an accident. I just happened to be wandering down the hallway of the same studio.

You know how in every heist movie they get past the security cameras that show the hallway leading to the diamonds by jamming the screens with a fake signal of everything looking safe and quiet? Usually a guard coughs so they don’t notice the blip from switching to the bogus feed.

I felt vulnerable and very much between friends. I remember walking down the hallway and thinking I had no way of knowing what was coming, literally. This wasn’t because I had some horrific bullying story, but because of a steady drip of negativity.

I remember when I was at Brandeis, Geoffrey Wolff, he was a great fiction-writing teacher. He was the writer-in-residence, and for those of us who wanted to be writers, you were so excited to be in the same hallway as him.

I’m not at the point where I’d feel safe in a house alone. I would be really scared. I’m the kind of person that when I get up to go use the bathroom I have this big long hallway, and I just know someone’s going to jump out and get me.

I used to have this joke: ‘Every hallway is a runway.’

Standing in front of our hallway mirror, I am practising a few poses – one leg artfully bent, the opposite shoulder up – when the man of the house strides in and decides to share: a) I look like I have dislocated my shoulder and b) Has anyone ever told me I strongly resemble Tom Cruise?

I don’t know if I’d want to be a Secret Service agent. In the movies, it’s exciting and romantic and all that. Really, most of their job is standing in a hallway for 12 hours making sure somebody doesn’t come through a doorway off of a stairwell.

The walls of our upstairs hallway testify that we once had photogenic children. There are rows of framed pictures that show them playing baseball, basketball, holding a toad, and smiling in the sunlight at their eager parents. Everything is orderly and bright.