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“Why it's simply impassible!
Alice: Why, don't you mean impossible?
Door: No, I do mean impassible. (chuckles) Nothing's impossible!”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

“A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.”
― Ogden Nash, The Private Dining-room and Other Verses

“They want us to be afraid.
They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes.
They want us to barricade our doors
and hide our children.
Their aim is to make us fear life itself!
They want us to hate.
They want us to hate 'the other'.
They want us to practice aggression
and perfect antagonism.
Their aim is to divide us all!
They want us to be inhuman.
They want us to throw out our kindness.
They want us to bury our love
and burn our hope.
Their aim is to take all our light!
They think their bricked walls
will separate us.
They think their damned bombs
will defeat us.
They are so ignorant they don’t understand
that my soul and your soul are old friends.
They are so ignorant they don’t understand
that when they cut you I bleed.
They are so ignorant they don’t understand
that we will never be afraid,
we will never hate
and we will never be silent
for life is ours!”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.”
― Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

“Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.”
― Pablo Picasso

“When the door starts to creak it may be time to take it off the hinges. If things get rusted, life has to be called into question and matters re-evaluated. ( “In the doorway�� )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Between shortage and absolute poverty an ocean of shades and gradations do emerge on the scale of deficiency. Be that as it may, each stage must find a mode to leave a door ajar for the sun to peer in and human warmth to radiate. ( " Homeless down in the corner")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“We only realize what happiness is about, after it has slammed the door to our inattention; and killing silence has deafened the tunefulness of our life. ("Happy days are back again")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“There will always be a door to the light.”
― Shiro Amano, Kingdom Hearts, Vol. 1

“Relatedness and interaction between individuals may have lost their drive and liability. In our contemporary “brave new world", traditional trust or generous receptiveness has been replaced by ‘security devices�� and ‘safety gadgets��. (“Could we leave the door unlocked?��)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens

“Love is the cage and the cage is closed and the door is locked and nobody’s home.”
― dont recall

“it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of.”
― Margaret Atwood, Surfacing

“If you feel you have to open a particular door, open it, otherwise all your life that door will haunt your mind!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Does progress mean that we dissolve our ancient myths? If we forget our legends, I fear that we shall close an important door to the imagination”
― James Christensen

“Let my toes teach the shore
how to feel a tranquil life
through the wetness of sands

Let my heart latch the door
of blackness, as all my pain
now blue sky understands”
― Munia Khan

“പുറത്തിത്രയു�� മമതകള് മുഴുവന��
ആടയാഭരണങ്ങളു�� അണിഞ്ഞ��
കൈകൊട്ടി വിളിച്ചിട്ടു�� നിങ്ങളുട�� ഉറ്റവര��
എന്തുകൊണ്ട�� വീട്
വിട്ടിറങ്ങ�� പോകുന്നില്�� , എന്തുകൊണ്ട��
നിങ്ങളുട�� കൗമാരകാരനാ�� മകന്
മദ്യപിക്കുന്നി��
ല് ,പെണ്കുട്ടി പ്രണയത്തിന്റ�� മാ�� പങ്കാളിയ�� ചുറ്റിപിടിച്ചു
പുലരിയോള�� നൃത്തം ചവിട്ടുന്നില്ല ,പുറത്തേക്ക��
പോകാന് ഉയര്ത്തി�� പാദങ്ങള് ഒര��
നിലവിളിയോട�� താഴ്ത്തി അവര്ട് ഉള്ളിലേക്ക�� ഓടിപോയതെന്തുകൊണ്. രണ്ട�� പേര്ക്കിടയില�� സംഭവിച്ചതതാണ�� , ശരിയായ രണ്ട�� പേര് തെറ്റാ�� ഒര�� കാലത്തില�� കണ്ട�� മുട്ടുകയെന്ന�� പറയുന്നതുപോല�� .ആര�� ചിലര��
കുറുകെ കടക്കാനുള്�� വൈമുഖ്യം കൊണ്ട് അവര് അങ്ങനെ നിന്ന്
പോയതാണ�� .അങ്ങനെതന്നെയായ­
ിരിന്ന�� അതുവേണ്ടിയിരുന്നതെന്ന്
പറയാനുള്�� ധൈര്യമോന്നുമില്ല.
ദൈവമ��, �� വാതില് പടികള് എന്തുകൊണ്ടാണ��
നീ ഉണ്ടാക്കിയിരിക്കുന്നത് ... ?
തട�� തരങ്ങള�� കൊണ്ടല്ല എന്ന�� വരുമ�� ..?
നിങ്ങളുട�� സ്നേഹം ഒര��
കടമ്പയായ�� കുറുകെ കിടക്കുമ്പോള�� ആര്ക്കാണ��
പുറത്ത�� കടക്കാനാവു�� ..”
― Boby Jose Kattikad, Vaathil | വാതില്��

“When the door of opportunity of your storehouse opens for you, let faith and hope enter first. When your faith leads the way, you will locate the source of your hidden treasures.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“The Monk takes the key and inserts it into the lock carefully, hoping neither the key nor the lock will break. Of course, he does the methodical twists and turns with mechanical precision, winning through the rust until he opens the almost broken door like the gentle monk he is. The door shrieks.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“Captain Jibby looked at the door, clenched his teeth, and worked his face into a scowl so fierce you would think the door had insulted his mother - which, for the record, it had not.”
― Cuthbert Soup, Another Whole Nother Story

“Here is the door of my mom's house, well-remembered childhood portal. Here is the yard, and a set of wires that runs from the house to a wooden pole, and some fat birds sitting together on the wires, five of them lined up like beads on an abacus.”
― Dan Chaon, Stay Awake

“God listens through the atomic door of love.”
― Santosh Kalwar

“Every man is a door; when the door is closed, just search for the key gently! Remember that every door has a key!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Although it may be unused, the front door continues to appeal to our sense arrival. Call it the ceremony of coming home.”
― Akiko Busch, Geography of Home

“Most people would not open a door unless they knew what lay beyond, and even if they opened the door by mistake, they would find an uninteresting room beyond.”
― Trudi Canavan, The Novice

“Success is a choice; you choose it and work it out! Excellence is deliberate and so it is intentionally pursued. No successful person ever remained idle for success to knock his/her door for him/her”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Dream big!: See your bigger picture!

“We turned off the path then, following a line of red, cup-shaped wildflowers that I had not seen before. And then abruptly, we came to a door-- an actual door, because the Folk are maddeningly inconsistent, even when it comes to their inconsistencies--- tucked into a little hollow.
It was only about two feet tall and painted to look like the mountainside, a scene of grey-brown scree with a few splashes of green, so realistic that it was like a reflection on still water. The only thing that gave it away was the doorknob, which looked like nothing that I can put into human terms; the best I can do is compare it to a billow of fog trapped in a shard of ice.
"It has the look of a brownie house," Wendell said. "But perhaps I should make sure."
He shoved the door open and vanished into the shadows within--- I cannot relate how he accomplished this; it seemed for a moment as if the door grew to fit him, but I was unable to get a handle on the mechanics as not one second later he was racing out again and the door had shrunk to its old proportions. Several porcelain cups and saucers followed in his wake, about the right size for a doll, and one made contact, smashing against his shoulder. Behind the hail of pottery came a little faerie who barely came up to my knee, wrapped so tightly in what looked like a bathrobe made of snow that I could see only its enormous black eyes. Upon its head it wore a white sleeping cap. It was brandishing a frying pan and shouting something--- I think--- but its voice was so small that I could only pick out the odd word. It was some dialect of Faie that I could not understand, but as the largest difference between High Faie and the faerie dialects lies in the profanities, the sentiment was clear.
"Good Lord!" Rose said, leaping out of range of the onslaught.
"I don't--- what on--- would you stop?" Wendell cried, shielding himself with his arm. "Yes, all right, I should have knocked, but is this really necessary?"
The faerie kept on shrieking, and then it launched the frying pan at Wendell's head--- he ducked--- and slammed its door.
Rose and I stared at each other. Ariadne looked blankly from Wendell to the door, clutching her scarf with both hands. "Bloody Winter Folk," Wendell said, brushing ceramic shards from his cloak.
"Winter Folk?" I repeated.
"Guardians of the seasons--- or anyway, that is how they see themselves," he said sourly. "Really I think they just want a romantic excuse to go about blasting people with frost and zephyrs and such. It seems I woke him earlier than he desired."
I had never heard of such a categorization, but as I was somewhat numb with surprise, I filed the information away rather than questioning him further. I fear that working with one of the Folk is slowly turning my mind into an attic of half-forgotten scholarly treasures.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“The door had six knobs on its inner side: the uppermost, which matched the outer one, a square of frost-furred crystal, and five beneath it, placed in an uneven row. The first two were of some sort of dark stone, one icy and the other matte and slippery-smooth. The fourth had the look of a tiny aquarium, a cylinder of turquoise sea shafted with sunlight. The bottom two were made of wood. The first was pale, carved with an intricate floral pattern. I could not tell if the second was similarly decorated, for it was largely covered in a wet moss woven with constellations of tiny white flowers.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands