When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.
Often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.
A clever, imaginative, humorous request can open closed doors and closed minds.
You have to come to your closed doors before you come to your open doors
Those artists who say that somehow therapy or analysis will thwart their creativity are completely misinformed. It's absolutely the opposite: it opens closed doors.
You have to come to your closed doors before you get to your open doors... What if you knew you had to go through 32 closed doors before you got to your open door? Well, then you'd come to closed door number eight and you'd think, 'Great, I got another one out of the way'... Keep moving forward.
I almost died, secretly, behind closed doors.
There is a cliche that men want their women to be ladies in public and hookers behind closed doors. I want my woman to be the sharper image robot so that she can be turned off.
Nothing sickens me more than the closed door of a library.
The politics of the Cape Town Metro, which allows an executive Mayoral committee to make secret decisions which affect you, behind closed doors, is wrong!
Nothing in life has happened to you, it's happened FOR You!
When one door closes another door opens. Usually a refrigerator.
Democracies die behind closed doors. . . . When government begins closing doors, it selectively controls information rightfully belonging to the people. Selective information is misinformation.
Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness
Democracies die behind closed doors.
Nothing in life has happened to you. It's happened for you. Every disappointment. Every wrong. Even every closed door has helped make you into who you are.
Suicide. A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors. It was only in dreams that I heard the word shouted, screamed.
Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.
When I started getting so many haters and closed doors, I decided to prove that it could be done. I was a divorced single mother of three at the time and a size 12 - not your typical model artist that labels feel work for the music industry.
A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .
or simply:
