If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.
I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You’re surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it’s in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes...†His mouth moved passionately over hers, urging her lips apart. It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis. Or at least that was how Poppy felt about it.
Sometimes I feel that life has passed me by... Do you ever feel that way, Charlie Brown?" "I feel that it has knocked me down and walked all over me!
Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.
To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.
Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?" "Only once" said Hermione stung. "I got you loads more then you got me—" "I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times—" "Well if you're counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand—
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
Don't knock the weather. If it didn't change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn't start a conversation.
Not Hercules could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none.
If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.