Top 55 Hallway Quotes

Most cops are not looking for understanding. They work in a world filled with a sense – real or imagined – of danger lurking around each corner and every hallway. Most cops are merely looking for respect.

When I was young, I had this feeling that there was this handbook that I had never gotten that explained how to be, how to laugh, what to wear, how to stand by yourself in the hallway. Everyone looked so natural – like they all practiced and knew exactly what to do – even the way they pushed their hair out of their face.

I would see b-boys breakdancing in the hallway, I thought it was cool. I started practicing in my living room, then started battling, and then I joined a crew, and we started getting into competitions. In fact, we still battle – for fun now.

I spent 18 months with the furniture parked in front of the radiators, cooking as quickly as I possibly could to use the least amount of gas and electricity. I unscrewed the lightbulbs in the hallway, unplugged everything at the wall so not even the LCD display was blinking away on the oven.

If you walk into the front hallway of the CIA, you will see, on your left, a statue of William ‘Wild Bill‘ Donovan. Bill Donovan was the person who created the OSS, the Office of Strategic Services, which was America‘s spy agency during World War II and then kind of morphed into what’s now the CIA.

Creativity is a mansion. If you’re empty in one room, all you have to do is go out into the hallway and enter another room that’s full.

I don’t know if I’d want to be a Secret Service agent. In the movies, it’s exciting and romantic and all that. Really, most of their job is standing in a hallway for 12 hours making sure somebody doesn’t come through a doorway off of a stairwell.

It’s hard to mix with a crowd when you’re walking down the hallway and everybody else is a foot shorter. I remember hanging out with my friends, like at the mall, and thinking people were staring at me and talking about me. It made me turn inside myself. I became more shy and quiet.

At the New York Harvard Club, they’ve moved the memorial for those who died in World Wars I and II up to an obscure little hallway; they used to be in the main hall, in the most prominent location. The sacrifice of those young people I always found so stunning and so admirable.

Wayne was coming out of a session as Mickey for ‘Totally Minnie.’ We met in the hallway. We just blended really well.

The house burned an hour before midnight on the last day of April. The wild, distant ringing of the fire bells woke George Hazard. He stumbled through the dark hallway, then upstairs to the mansion tower, and stepped outside into the narrow balcony.

Wayne was coming out of a session as Mickey for ‘Totally Minnie.’ We met in the hallway. We just blended really well.

I spent 18 months with the furniture parked in front of the radiators, cooking as quickly as I possibly could to use the least amount of gas and electricity. I unscrewed the lightbulbs in the hallway, unplugged everything at the wall so not even the LCD display was blinking away on the oven.

I remember when I was at Brandeis, Geoffrey Wolff, he was a great fiction-writing teacher. He was the writer-in-residence, and for those of us who wanted to be writers, you were so excited to be in the same hallway as him.

You could mention my name in any hallway in any academic institution and you would have people foaming at the mouth.

When I lived in a little flat in Pimlico in 1981, I’d write in the hallway. As you walked in, there was a tiny little recess type thing, hardly a hallway, really, and I’d sit there writing songs with my guitar.

I took my kids everywhere. I didn’t have money for child care, so I took them to college with me and they sat in the hallway.

It wasn’t until 9th grade that I got into music. This guy in school heard me singing around the hallway to girls and stuff. The girls liked it. One day, he was like, ‘Come to my crib. I got a studio. Come and record a hook for me.’ I recorded the hook on the ‘Lovers & Friends’ beat – Usher.

The walls of our upstairs hallway testify that we once had photogenic children. There are rows of framed pictures that show them playing baseball, basketball, holding a toad, and smiling in the sunlight at their eager parents. Everything is orderly and bright.

You know how in every heist movie they get past the security cameras that show the hallway leading to the diamonds by jamming the screens with a fake signal of everything looking safe and quiet? Usually a guard coughs so they don’t notice the blip from switching to the bogus feed.

When I was young, I had this feeling that there was this handbook that I had never gotten that explained how to be, how to laugh, what to wear, how to stand by yourself in the hallway. Everyone looked so natural – like they all practiced and knew exactly what to do – even the way they pushed their hair out of their face.

The first stage I preformed on were the stairs to the hallway in the living room. There was a really nice platform, and when people were sitting in the living room, it was kind of an elevated platform and we would put on shows and skits.

The hallway of every man‘s life is paced with pictures; pictures gay and pictures gloomy, all useful, for if we be wise, we can learn from them a richer and braver way to live.

The first session I did with the Stones was an accident. I just happened to be wandering down the hallway of the same studio.

I knew Slash in high school, but not very well. Just knew him as this kid that used to hang out in the hallway. Pretty much looked then the way he does now.

So much of writing is like walking down a dark hallway with your arms out in front of you. You bump into a lot of things.

I remember running down the hallway screaming ‘We’re Not Gonna Take It.’ It was really one of those childhood anthems that really stirred you up and made you want to rebel.

I was the hallway clown in high school.

I was never the girl who walked down the centre of the hallway snapping people out of her way.

I’m not at the point where I’d feel safe in a house alone. I would be really scared. I’m the kind of person that when I get up to go use the bathroom I have this big long hallway, and I just know someone‘s going to jump out and get me.

I was brought up in a tenement house in a working district. We didn’t even have a bathroom! We had a gaslight in the hallway and a black-and-white TV.

You could mention my name in any hallway in any academic institution and you would have people foaming at the mouth.

It wasn’t until 9th grade that I got into music. This guy in school heard me singing around the hallway to girls and stuff. The girls liked it. One day, he was like, ‘Come to my crib. I got a studio. Come and record a hook for me.’ I recorded the hook on the ‘Lovers & Friends’ beat – Usher.

Standing in front of our hallway mirror, I am practising a few poses – one leg artfully bent, the opposite shoulder up – when the man of the house strides in and decides to share: a) I look like I have dislocated my shoulder and b) Has anyone ever told me I strongly resemble Tom Cruise?

At the New York Harvard Club, they’ve moved the memorial for those who died in World Wars I and II up to an obscure little hallway; they used to be in the main hall, in the most prominent location. The sacrifice of those young people I always found so stunning and so admirable.

I can draw pencil lines to show something is moving, but if I’m writing, I struggle with how to write it. The boy ran down the hallway? The boy ran quickly down the hallway? The boy ran down the marble hallway? I agonize over the words. So my editor works very hard. I’m lucky to have her.

When I think about how I grew up sleeping on a cot in the hallway in a one-bedroom apartment in Flatbush, it’s been a great life. I can’t complain.

Most cops are not looking for understanding. They work in a world filled with a sense – real or imagined – of danger lurking around each corner and every hallway. Most cops are merely looking for respect.

When I was 16, I had a job on the cleaning crew at a local hospital. I wore a pink uniform and cleaned bathrooms and buffed the hallway linoleum. Oddly, I don’t recall hating the job. I recall getting choked up at the end of the summer when I went to turn in my uniform and say goodbye to the ladies.

You know how in every heist movie they get past the security cameras that show the hallway leading to the diamonds by jamming the screens with a fake signal of everything looking safe and quiet? Usually a guard coughs so they don’t notice the blip from switching to the bogus feed.

I always thought it would be a great thing to do an art carwash. So you can actually go and get your car washed, but while you’re sitting around waiting you can walk in that hallway where you look at the cars going through the window, and that could be changing exhibitions.

I have a surprisingly large appetite anyway and I don’t drive, I walk everywhere, I don’t sit down at the moment and I pace the hallway when I’m on the phone. I think that if I didn’t eat large amounts of carbs and cheese I would wither away into a husk.

I remember running down the hallway screaming ‘We’re Not Gonna Take It.’ It was really one of those childhood anthems that really stirred you up and made you want to rebel.

I always thought it would be a great thing to do an art carwash. So you can actually go and get your car washed, but while you’re sitting around waiting you can walk in that hallway where you look at the cars going through the window, and that could be changing exhibitions.

Now, Richard Pryor was unique. Many misunderstood his humor. He lit up the hallway, but they didn’t understand his use of profanity. He didn’t use it just to be using it; he used it in the context of his satire.

I used to have this joke: ‘Every hallway is a runway.’

I took my kids everywhere. I didn’t have money for child care, so I took them to college with me and they sat in the hallway.

Standing in front of our hallway mirror, I am practising a few poses – one leg artfully bent, the opposite shoulder up – when the man of the house strides in and decides to share: a) I look like I have dislocated my shoulder and b) Has anyone ever told me I strongly resemble Tom Cruise?

It’s hard to mix with a crowd when you’re walking down the hallway and everybody else is a foot shorter. I remember hanging out with my friends, like at the mall, and thinking people were staring at me and talking about me. It made me turn inside myself. I became more shy and quiet.

The first thing you see in my hallway is a large 18th-century bust of Milton, who stares at me as I watch TV and reminds me of the grave and committed role of the poet. Although he was blind, Milton had one of the most unswerving gazes of all English poets.

The first thing you see in my hallway is a large 18th-century bust of Milton, who stares at me as I watch TV and reminds me of the grave and committed role of the poet. Although he was blind, Milton had one of the most unswerving gazes of all English poets.

I was an overweight kid, and I went through a period where, oh my God, they were making cow sounds at me when I walked down the hallway and just humiliating me. Kids can be mean.

The walls of our upstairs hallway testify that we once had photogenic children. There are rows of framed pictures that show them playing baseball, basketball, holding a toad, and smiling in the sunlight at their eager parents. Everything is orderly and bright.

I don’t know if I’d want to be a Secret Service agent. In the movies, it’s exciting and romantic and all that. Really, most of their job is standing in a hallway for 12 hours making sure somebody doesn’t come through a doorway off of a stairwell.

It started in middle school. Once, a group of girls locked me in the janitor‘s closet. Another time, a girl spilled chocolate milk down a dress I made. Girls would try to trip me in the hallway.