#doors

I grew up like Huck Finn, always outdoors, exploring, collecting frogs - there was space everywhere. I want my kids to experience that too. I love being outside. ↗

— Josh Duhamel

#being #collecting #everywhere #experience #exploring

The doors of wisdom are never shut. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#doors #never #shut #the doors

Beware the ends of the earth and the exotic: the drama is on your doorstep wherever the slums; are, wherever there is malnutrition, wherever there is exploitation and cruelty. ↗

— John Grierson

#cruelty #doorstep #drama #earth #ends

Behind closed doors they had what were legendary battles I hear but when the doors opened there was absolute unity. Not a crack could be found. No separation whatsoever. They were locked together for the good of the community. ↗

— Maynard Jackson

#battles #behind #closed #community #could

I sang the songs in 'The Doors'. ↗

— Val Kilmer

#i #sang #songs #the doors

Nature is by and large to be found out of doors, a location where, it cannot be argued, there are never enough comfortable chairs. ↗

— Fran Lebowitz

#cannot #chairs #comfortable #doors #enough

Generally, if you preface an interview request with, 'I'm an author writing a book,' for some reason, that seems to open a lot of doors. ↗

— James Rollins

#book #doors #generally #i #interview

A clever, imagination, humorous request can open closed doors and closed minds. ↗

— Percy Ross

#closed #doors #humorous #imagination #minds

Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake. It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds. They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily. There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#eggs #evening #food #indoors #meals

For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their prime By the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd— But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine ↗

— George W. Sears Nessmuk

#city #outdoors #urban #wilderness #woodcraft