wall

It__ the beating of my heart. The way I lie awake, playing with shadows slowly climbing up my wall. The gentle moonlight slipping through my window and the sound of a lonely car somewhere far away, where I long to be too, I think. It__ the way I thought my restless wandering was over, that I__ found whatever I thought I had found, or wanted, or needed, and I started to collect my belongings. Build a home. Safe behind the comfort of these four walls and a closed door. Because as much as I tried or pretended or imagined myself as a part of all the people out there,I was still the one locking the door every night.Turning off the phone and blowing out the candles so no one knew I was home. __ause I was never really well around the expectations of my personalityand I wanted to keep to myself. and because I haven__ been very impressed lately. By people, or places.Or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

I'm trapped behind a wall of fear and fear itself.

Sometimes you learn, grow and give far more when your back's against the wall.

Choose a leader who will invest in building bridges, not walls. Books, not weapons. Morality, not corruption. Intellectualism and wisdom, not ignorance.

The quiet rhythmic monotone of the wall of logs fills one with the rustic peace of a secluded nook in the woods.

I like mainstream movies that are completely off the wall.

But I'm very thankful that no one is slamming my head against the wall anymore.

Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.

Consider the momentous event in architecture when the wall parted and the column became.

America has tossed its cap over the wall of space.

I don't go to the cool, trendy restaurants. I go to either the holes in the wall or the super-fancy restaurants where there are no cool people.

You don't change the course of history by turning the faces of portraits to the wall.

Arthur, do you think the fall of the Wall means anything? Do you think that this means that even one fewer body will burn?

Faith is a fortified wall.

Life is one wall which stay in front of you as much you push as more stronger it gets. Sometimes you can pass it others not and in most cases from so many pushes you get injured badly and you die!

I didn't like Dali: now, like you, I do. Like you, I began to drink my Coke with a pinch of salt . Like you, I stopped bothering about ironed clothes. Like you, I sit with a dictionary while reading the papers. Like you, I sit on the compound wall after a bath.

The terrible shock of his sentence had in some way broken that wall which separates us from the mystery of things beyond and which we call life.

Can a broken cisterns hold water?