One door closes and another one opens.
Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.
"Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed. . . awake. " Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again. "I'm tired of sleeping. "
When one door closes another opens but all too often there is a long hallway in between.
A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom.
People feel guilty. And guilt is stymieing. Guilt immobilizes. Guilt closes the air ducts and the veins, and makes people ignorant.
With every door that closes a new one opens.
I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.
When one door closes, fortune will usually open another.
When a window closes another one opens
If one door closes and another does not open, try climbing thru a window, either way, make your way in.
Repetition comforts me for a time, then closes in.
Satire is what closes Saturday night.
I don't doubt that a man can live perfectly well on his own, but I'm convinced that he begins to die as soon as he closes the door of his house behind him.
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
Dali Lama said, 'when you open the heart of the person with humor, you can tell him the most truth. But if you tell him truth without humor, the heart closes. '
When a door closes you have two choices: give up, or keep going
When your failures surround you, and all the open doors have closed, look up. There’s a door that never closes, a way, when all the other ways have failed you.
Each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up.
Satire is what closes on Saturday night.