#stairs

It just seemed too weird to me. I don't know, maybe they were smoking a joint in the car downstairs from their parents' apartment. I had to go that far to put together a scenario of how they could have possibly recognized me. ↗

— Marc Jacobs

#car #could #downstairs #far #go

Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#down #fall #look #never #stairs

Enter with the torch in the stadium. 80,000 people screaming. I was waiting downstairs for the start for 10 hours; I was so tired with the torch. I give the torch to the combined ski cross country that they win gold in Lillehammer in 1994. ↗

— Alberto Tomba

#country #cross #cross country #downstairs #enter

I could wake up six in the morning, go downstairs and record. I learned how to use ProTools and everything. Whenever I felt it, I could record. ↗

— Beanie Sigel

#downstairs #everything #felt #go #how

I see my large nose, like half an avocado. I broke it falling downstairs when I was six, and it now resembles a large blob of play-dough. ↗

— Arthur Smith

#downstairs #falling #half #i #i see

We depend a lot on the guy upstairs in dire times, in addressing our concerns and looking for help. ↗

— John Sweeney

#concerns #depend #dire #guy #help

When I first came down stairs, for two or three minutes I went down cellar to the water closet. ↗

— Lizzie Andrew Borden

#cellar #closet #down #first #i

I keep my own personality in a cupboard under the stairs at home so that no one else can see it or nick it. ↗

— Dawn French

#else #home #i #keep #my own

He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #jem-carstairs #sisters

He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked down at it, at her bitten fingernails, the still-healing scratches along the backs of her fingers. He kissed the back of it, just a light touch of his mouth, and his hair-as soft and light as silk-brushed her wrist as he lowered his head. She felt a shock go through her, strong enough to startle her, and she stood speechless as he straightened, his mouth curving into a smile. "Mizpah," he said. She blinked at him, a little dazed. "What?" "A sort or goodbye without saying goodbye," he said. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tessa-gray #love