Take a sound from whatever source, a note on a violin, a scream, a moan, a creaking door, and there is always this symmetry between the sound basis, which is complex and has numerous characteristics which emerge through a process of comparison within our perception.
That made me feel good, not to go to a resort where outside the door is extreme poverty.
Everybody always says that I’m the girl next door, which makes me think that y’all must have a lot of weird next-door neighbours.
There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.
I treat my wife very differently than I treat my chums and my pals. I wouldn’t worry about calling them on Valentine’s Day, opening the door for them, or making sure they were OK.
Everyone who turns up on ‘X Factor’ does it because a door has been closed to them at some time in their lives, and this is the only shot they have got.
When you go through a long illness, certainly one of cancer, there’s a certain release from it and relief that it has come to an end, because the suffering can be unbearable, as opposed to an abrupt stop to life when they go out the door and there’s a loved one who never comes home because of some accident.
Well, I’m certainly glad that I was nominated for an Oscar. There is certainly a respect that comes with that nod. Also, a compliment that comes with it, too. Not that I really know what I’m doing. In a lot of ways I feel like some child on set, or like a kid that snuck in the back door.
If you would not step into the harlot’s house, do not go by the harlot’s door.
Being a Jehovah’s Witness, it was really a trip. We had to go from door to door, and we weren’t allowed to associate with the other children. It was a lot of rules.
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.
I got an internship with the casting director of The Girl Next Door. I would hold the clipboard and help them in their casting sessions and get them lunch.
I guess I’m not that aware of such a big fan base. I have a few core people who write me no matter what I’m doing, but I hardly have sacks of mail being dropped on my door!
Bob Dole. He’s like the neighbors’ Labrador retriever your dad used to curse for all that barking, all that darn digging in your mom’s tulip bed, and now look, you live next door to a godforsaken pack of teeth-baring rabid Pomeranians, and, good golly, Bob Dole!
When my first husband died, what I tried to do is to sort of, you know, try to bring some rationale to the circumstance and think about worse circumstances, and also open the door to what other women experienced when all of a sudden they were left alone. And particularly if they had children.
To be completely stripped bare of any image power or my hair. To step onstage and get the response that I got blew any problems I had about self-image out the door.
I’m spending way too much time test running my Vine videos. I’ll go into a room and close the door and be in there for an hour workshopping a Vine video that I never even post. So that’s probably a huge time suck.
I used to live next door to a farm, so every day for awhile, I used to walk over and fed the cows, when I was in school. This was weird because I lived in sort of a subdivision, but this one holdout in our neighborhood in Kansas still had a farm.
Why is it that men who can go through severe accidents, air raids, and any other major crisis always seems to think that they are at death’s door when they have a simple head cold?
I’m not closing the door on my solo career, but with 5th Story, if the public demand is there, then I’ll continue to work with the band. If not, we’ll all go our separate ways again.
I grew up in a household without a TV. We lived next door to a library for a while, and at one point, I checked out all the books in the fairy tale section. I remember the librarian’s quiet smile as I’d bring back one stack and exchange it for another.
If Bret went in there and stunk the place out, then they probably wouldn’t have brought the little brother in. So just by being successful himself, it opened the door for me.
I knew that no matter what door you knock on in a Cretan village, it will be opened for you. A meal will be served in your honor, and you will sleep between the best sheets in the house. In Crete, the stranger is still the unknown god. Before him, all doors and all hearts are opened.
My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.
‘Blanche’ opened a new door for me without really making me more famous. ‘Blanche’ was a risk, but that is the only thing that excites me in this profession. The knowledge that I am an actress who takes risks lifts my soul.
Those offers come in now and again. They’re not knocking down my door. I’m only an old character actor, and I’m not needed.
The beautiful thing about New York is, you have to expose yourself to other people the minute you step outside the door. There is no choice. And I love that.
I have this complex that if I walk into a place wearing a colorful shirt someone will stop me and say, ‘I’m sorry, but the Latin band comes through the other door.’
The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.
My parents raised me to believe that when one door slams in your face, turn around because there’s probably another door opening up somewhere.
My own grandmother went to great lengths to make sure I knew simple things like how and when to open the door for a lady. And the best thing my mama taught me was to pray.
I don’t see my show as a stepping stone to something else like some people, who get a job then have a foot out the door looking for their next job.
As an African American actress, there are people who have been staples in my life that opened a door that I can walk through. I hope that I can have that impact.
Women always go through the door first. Even ardent feminists would admit it’s nice. It’s not an acknowledgment of women as the weaker sex; it’s perhaps an acknowledgment of women as the stronger sex.
The racism, the sexism, I never let it be my problem. It’s their problem. If I see a door comin’ my way, I’m knockin’ it down. And if I can’t knock down the door, I’m sliding through the window. I’ll never let it stop me from what I wanna do.
My mum raised three kids on her own on sweatshop wages of about six bucks an hour so there was a lot of late rent and landlords knocking on the door.
I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three.
I can make going to the dry-cleaners last an entire day, and the dry cleaners might be 150 yards from my front door. You might find it hard to believe, but I am bone-idle lazy.
Everyone talks about, ‘Get your foot in the door,’ but I never understood that mentality. Why would I want to go in that house? Why not build my own house? Why not take a chair and smash a window?
If I ever married, I know I would dread the daily sound of the key in the door and the casual expectancy of ‘Hello! I’m home!’
To be able to walk out the door when you come home from a job and wander into the garden to do a bit of watering gives you time to be creative in your mind.
I naively thought I had to go door to door, find somebody who could record me singing some songs. I didn’t know Music Row, I didn’t know anything! So after six or seven months, I went back home and went to college.
I want a house with a garden, but slap bang in the centre of London. Next door to a sushi bar.
As actors, we want to choose somebody who has conflicts. I can’t be always playing the girl next door. What’s the challenge in that?
When the strong box contains no more both friends and flatterers shun the door.
I have had the greatest respect for the institution of the Supreme Court. I have always believed it to be the last bastion of hope, particularly for the weak and the oppressed who knock at its door for the protection of their rights, often against a powerful executive.
I once spent a spent a summer selling encyclopedias door to door.
In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.
The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential… these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.
We’re living under the Obama economy. Any CEO in America with a record like this after three years on the job would be graciously shown the door. This president blames the managers instead. He blames the folks on the shop floor. He blames the weather.
When you’ve got four people to get dressed to get out the door you don’t really spend a lot of time on yourself. But that’s the way I roll anyway. I was never one to do my hair and make-up just to go to the market, so it’s not that much different. If I get a little eye cream on, I feel I’m ahead of myself.
