Attic Quotes

“The rhythm of the footsteps, the sound of whatever is coming down the ladder is driving both me and my mom steadily toward peeing our pants.”
― Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood

“If something bad smells in the basement, it will eventually make its way to the attic.”
― Anthony Liccione

“C'mon. We can turn it into a fun game - What's Scarier, The Basement Or The Attic?”
― Darcy Coates, The Haunting of Blackwood House

“Originally, the cellar served primarily as a coal store. Today it holds the boiler, idle suitcases, out-of-season sporting equipment, and many sealed cardboard boxes that are almost never opened but are always carefully transferred from house to house with every move in the belief that one day someone might want some baby clothes that have been kept in a box for twenty-five years.”
― Bill Bryson, At Home: A Short History of Private Life

“For half an hour they poked about in a happy dusty dream, through the junk and broken furniture and ornaments. It was like reading the story of somebody’s life, Jane thought, as she gazed at the tiny matchstick masts of the ship sailing motionless forever in the green glass bottle. All these things had been used once, had been part of every day in the house below. Someone has slept on the bed, anxiously watched the minutes on the clock, pounced joyfully on each magazine as it arrived. But those people were long dead, or gone away, and now the oddments of their lives were piled up here, forgotten. She found herself feeling rather sad.”
― Susan Cooper, Over Sea, Under Stone

“The jungle left me looking for flowers in the attic.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“I like attics. They're as peaceful as God's church. Alone and apart, but a body can hear everything. The past stacked up like forgotten memories, but with a small effort, brought down and enjoyed again.”
― Kim Harrison, Holidays Are Hell

“.. I thought about him now and then, the things he had taught me about 'being human' and 'relating to others;, but it was always in the distance, as if from another life.. .. The people who might have told me were long forgotten, their phone numbers buried in some packed-away box in the attic.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“In the attic in my jammies, listening to the rain, as it pitter-patters on the roof and the smell of buttermilk biscuits in the oven, makes this home smell heavenly”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“I'm back in the old attic again, writing to relieve my pains.
Pen and Paper keeps me sane.”
― CHARMAINE FORDE

“Perhaps the sorrow was not, after all, emanating from the attic, but from her.”
― Christina Dodd, Tongue In Chic

“Upstairs in the attic wrapping gifts and listening to "The Jackson 5 Christmas Album”.
If this doesn't get you in the Christmas spirit, Nothing else will -(CJF 1982)”
― Charmaine J Forde

“He glanced that way, and a small hand waving a book appeared over the top of a garment rack. "Time of Unutterable Algorithms." The hand disappeared, then reappeared. It looked empty at first, but then, as Meddy moved her wrist, Milo caught a slight flash from one knuckle. "Ring of Wildest Abandon." Then Meddy's head and shoulders appeared as she climbed up and leaned over the top of the rack. With her other arm, she brandished a carved walking stick. "Eglantine's Patent Blackthorn Wishing Stick, guaranteed to offer considered advice before granting requests. What about you?"

Milo laughed. He held up the red case. " Slywhisker's Crimson Casket of Relics, including the Ocher Pages of Invisible Wards, the Ever-Sharp Inscriber of Rose-colored Destinies, and the Flask of Winds and Voids"

Meddy whistled. "You don't mess around."

"I learned from the best.”
― Kate Milford, Ghosts of Greenglass House