Chairs Quotes - Page 37

• She looked into the staring glass eyes and complacent face, and suddenly a sort of heartbroken rage seized her. She lifted her little savage hand and knocked Emily off the chair, bursting into a passion of sobbing- Sara who never cried.

  Frances Hodgson Burnett

  Heartbroken, Eye, Passion

  Frances Hodgson Burnett (2012). “A Little Princess”, p.96, Courier Corporation

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• You see, Aslan didn't tell Pole what would happen. He only told her what to do. That fellow will be the death of us once he's up, I shouldn't wonder. But that doesn't let us off following the signs. - The Silver Chair

  C. S. Lewis

  Wonder, Silver, Following

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• The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher's knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs.... Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.

  Bertolt Brecht

  Order, Knives, Sweat

  Bertolt Brecht, Ralph Manheim (1987). “Poems, 1913-1956”, p.297, Taylor & Francis

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• A woman with an education may be able to spend more time sitting in a chair instead of lying on her back. A sound advantage, I should think.

  Anne Bishop

  Lying, Thinking, Sound

  Anne Bishop (1998). “Daughter of the Blood: The Black Jewels Trilogy”, p.75, Penguin

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• I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.

  Graham Greene

  Home, Glasses

  Graham Greene (1982). “The power and the glory”, Viking Pr

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• If he was silent I could be silent too. Indeed, I could very well do with a little rest in this subdued, frightened-to-death rocking chair, before I drove to wherever the beast's lair was - and then pulled the pistol's foreskin back, and then enjoyed the orgasm of the crushed trigger.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Littles, Pistols, Silent

  Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (1958). “Lolita”, Perigee Trade

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• It doesn't really matter whether you grip the arms of the dentist's chair or let your hands lie in your lap. The drill drills on.

  C. S. Lewis

  Lying, Frustration, Hands

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.17, Faber & Faber

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• A great book is a homing device For navigating paradise. A good book somehow makes you care About the comfort of a chair. A bad book owes to many trees A forest of apologies.

  J. Patrick Lewis

  Book, Apology, Tree

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• I look sad because I don't have the courage to escape from you. And I think I don't want to understand the truth: for you, I am nothing but a dream. You like to play with life, you're not afraid of anything, not even of me. But I want you to know that I am not an object or a doll: I don't change faces on command, I like to sit down every day in the same place, on my own chair, and I know that you, you like to leave, to go to a new place every day.

  Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry

  Dream, Thinking, Play

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• He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past.

  Gabriel Garcia Marquez

  Crush, Children, Past

  "One Hundred Years of Solitude". Book by Gabriel García Márquez, 1967.

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• It's possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those things—a chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman's earring—with immense, even startling power.

  Raymond Carver

  Writing, Insightful, Stories

  Raymond Carver (2015). “Fires: Essays, Poems, Stories”, p.25, Vintage

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• …. Query: How contrive not to waste one's time? Answer: By being fully aware of it all the while. Ways in which this can be done: By spending one's days on an uneasy chair in a dentist's waiting-room; by remaining on one's balcony all of a Sunday afternoon; by listening to lectures in a language on doesn't know; by traveling by the longest and least-convenient train routes, and of course standing all the way; by lining up at the box-office of theaters and then not buying a seat; and so forth.

  Albert Camus

  Sunday, Waiting Rooms, Office

  Albert Camus (2012). “The Plague”, p.26, Vintage

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• He was in his chair in the corner, resting a second before he came out for the next round -- in a long line of next rounds. The thing he was fighting, you couldn't whip it for good. All you could do was keep on whipping it, till you couldn't come out anymore and somebody else had to take your place.

  Ken Kesey

  Fighting, Long, Lines

  Ken Kesey (2012). “One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: 50th Anniversary Edition”, p.284, Penguin

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• I just said, 'Well, the real people performing miracles every day are librarians,' and we all laughed ourselves off our chairs.

  Nancy Pearl

  Real, People, Miracle

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• They may have been ugly. They may have been evil. But when it came to poetry in motion, the Things had all the grace and coordination of a deck-chair.

  Terry Pratchett

  Evil, Grace, Ugly

  "Terry Pratchett's books are the opposite of 'ordinary potboilers'" by Sam Jordison, www.theguardian.com. August 31, 2015.

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• A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.

  F. Scott Fitzgerald

  Rain, Clouds, Air

  F. Scott Fitzgerald (2009). “The Crack-Up”, p.104, New Directions Publishing

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• She stood in his kitchen, watching him toy with the ring in his lip. It wasn't quite that he was biting it, but sucking it into his mouth. He did that when he was concentrating. It isn't sexy. He's not sexy. But he was, and she was staring at him like a fool. "wow" she whispered (.....)"Wow, huh?" His voice was low, husky. His chair creaked as he stood. His footsteps seemed strangely loud as he closed the couple yards between them. Then he was beside her. "I can work with wow

  Melissa Marr

  Sexy, Couple, Voice

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• Thin-lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair, hinted at prudence, quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of common sense.

  Oscar Wilde

  Book, Names, Common Sense

  Oscar Wilde (2013). “The Picture of Dorian Gray: The Story of a Fashionable Young Man Who Sells His Soul for Eternal Youth and Beauty (Beloved Books Edition)”, p.73, Lulu Press, Inc

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• You know when you're sitting on a chair and you lean back so you're just on two legs and you lean too far so you almost fall over but at the last second you catch yourself? I feel like that all the time.

  Steven Wright

  Funny, Time, Fall

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• The Prince found Buttercup waiting unhappily outside his chamber doors. It's my letter,' she began. 'I cannot make it right.' Come in, come in,' the Prince said gently. 'Maybe we can help you.' She sat down in the same chair as before. 'All right, I'll close my eyes and listen; read to me.' Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup.' She looked at Humperdinck. 'Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?

  William Goldman

  Sweet, Passion, Eye

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• Anthony Bridgerton leaned back in his leather chair,and then announced, "I'm thinking about getting married." Benedict Bridgerton, who had been indulging in a habit his mother detested—tipping his chair drunkenly on the back two legs—fell over. Colin Bridgerton started to choke. Luckily for Colin, Benedict regained his seat with enough time to smack him soundly on the back, sending a green olive sailing across the table. It narrowly missed Anthony's ear.

  Julia Quinn

  Mother, Thinking, Two

  Julia Quinn (2015). “The Viscount Who Loved Me With 2nd Epilogue”, p.14, HarperCollins

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• Americans have a taste for…rocking-chairs. A flippant critic might suggest that they select rocking-chairs so that, even when they are sitting down, they need not be sitting still. Something of this restlessness in the race may really be involved in the matter; but I think the deeper significance of the rocking-chair may still be found in the deeper symbolism of the rocking-horse. I think there is behind all this fresh and facile use of wood a certain spirit that is childish in the good sense of the word; something that is innocent, and easily pleased.

  Gilbert K. Chesterton

  Horse, Thinking, Race

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• The Stars. Jared slept beneath them, uneasy in the rustling leaves. From the battlements Finn gazed up at them, seeing the impossible distances between galaxies and nebulae, and thinking they were not as wide as the distances between people. In the study Claudia sensed them, in the sparks and crackles on the screen. In the prison, Attia dreamt of them, She sat curled on the hard chair, Rix repacking his hidden pockets obsessively with coins and glass discs and hidden handkerchiefs. A single spark flickered deep in the coin Keiro spun and caught, spun and caught.

  Catherine Fisher

  Stars, Distance, Thinking

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• All afternoon in the deck chair, I try to describe to my notebook the colors of the water and sky. How to translate sunlight into words?

  Frances Mayes

  Notebook, Color, Sky

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• I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate: Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass Hang all the furniture above the grass, And how delightful when a fall of snow Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so As to make chair and bed exactly stand Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Fall, Dark, Night

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