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1. "No one answers when I knock. But I left a cake and a card on the porch last night, and this morning when I was jogging I noticed that it was gone.""That could mean anything. Maybe raccoons took it," I suggest and then want to do a forehead smack. Discovering vampires has really thrown a wrench in my concept of reality if my first theory is cake-stealing raccoons."
Author: A.M. Robinson
2. "I have a screened in porch, and it's nice to curl up with a book outside when it's raining, especially an old battered classic like 'Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.'"
Author: Amanda Hocking
3. "Then the children went to bed, or at least went upstairs, and the men joined the women for a cigarette on the porch, absently picking ticks engorged like grapes off the sleeping dogs. And when the men kissed the women good night, and their weekend whiskers scratched the women's cheeks, the women did not think shave, they thought stay."
Author: Amy Hempel
4. "You're the most important person in my life," I whispered. "You're the only man I ever let in.""But I'm not in, Stace. I'm standing on the porch in the pouring rain, waiting for you to open the door. I've been waiting ever since you left after graduation, ever since you came back last year. Even now, you've let me into your bed, but not into your heart. I'm still waiting."
Author: Barbra Annino
5. "Is there a lot of stuff you don't understand? she said & I said pretty much the whole thing & she nodded & said that's what she thought, but it was nice to hear it anyways & we sat there on the porch swing, listening to the wind & growing up together."
Author: Brian Andreas
6. "Fue la época más cálida y febril de un verano cálido y febril. Los excrementos de tres millones de londinenses apestaban en las alcantarillas abiertas, incluida la mayor de nuestras alcantarillas (a pesar de que aquel año los ingenieros habían intentado inaugurar un elaborado sistema de alcantarillas subterráneas): el Támesis. Decenas de miles de londinenses dormían en sus porches o balcones, esperando la lluvia. Pero cuando cayó la lluvia fue como una ducha caliente, que se limitó a añadir una capa de humedad al calor. Julio se abatía sobre Londres aquel verano como una manta pesada y húmeda."
Author: Dan Simmons
7. "I'm dumping the whole box back into your life Ed, every item of you and me. I'm dumping this box on your porch, Ed, but it's you, Ed, who is getting dumped."
Author: Daniel Handler
8. "Baltimore Oeste. Te sientas en el porche, bebiendo una lata de Colt 45 envuelta en una bolsa de papel marrón, y ves un coche patrulla que dobla lentamente la esquina. El agente se baja del coche. Ves la pistola, distingues la pelea, oyes los disparos, te asomas para ver a los enfermeros meter el cuerpo del policía herido en la parte trasera de la ambulancia. Luego vuelves a tu casa adosada, abres otra lata, te sientas frente al televisor y miras la reemisión de las noticias de las once, después vuelves a sentarse en el porche."
Author: David Simon
9. "While I stood on the front porch, watching him climb into his vehicle, I breathed in the humid air. I looked at the cloudless sky, and the blue vastness of it made me think about the endless opportunities that lay ahead for me. Life, I knew, was going to be different now… better. I was going to live for today and for the future. Dear past… thank you for the lessons. Dear future… I am ready."
Author: Debra Kay
10. "Screen porch in a tree."
Author: Elizabeth Bishop
11. "Riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch. He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy, straw haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body—he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable"
Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald
12. "I explained we lost the porch to the flood. 'Father hasn't gotten around to rebuilding it, although he's quite a good carpenter. He says if Jesus was a carpenter, it's good enough for a clergyman. But I don't remember that Jesus let his house fall down."
Author: Franny Billingsley
13. "A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention. It was fall, and his children fought on the sidewalk in front of Mrs. Dubose's. . . . Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day's woes and triumphs on their faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive. Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog. Summer, and he watched his children's heart break. Autumn again, and Boo's children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough."
Author: Harper Lee
14. "Vi sono Parigi certe vie disonorate quanto può esserlo un uomo macchiato d'infamia; ed esistono vie nobili, e vie semplicemente oneste, e giovani vie sulla cui moralità il pubblico non si è ancora pronunciato; vi sono vie assassine, vie più vecchie di quanto non sia vecchia una vecchia matrona, vie stimabili, vie sempre pulite, vie sempre sporche, vie operaie, lavoratrici, mercantili. Insomma, le vie di Parigi hanno qualità umane, ed imprimono in noi con la loro fisionomia certe idee da cui non possiamo difenderci."
Author: Honoré De Balzac
15. "He has the kind of Southern accent that makes you think of melting butter on biscuits, and porch swings."
Author: Huntley Fitzpatrick
16. "We did something very simple," Effie says."Yes, and what was that?"Effie Mumford stares off the porch into the night sky. The first stars of the evening are quietly arriving, and Billy, following her gaze, listens as the small girl speaks."We allowed ourselves, for one brief moment, to believe in something we could not see."
Author: Joe Meno
17. "I was crying on the back-porch swing. You came out with a corsage of fresh forget-me-nots and roses, and a handkerchief. You told me any guy worth my time would always come to me with flowers and a handkerchief. One to make me smile, and the other to dry my tears, because a smart guy knows women need to cry as much as they need to laugh."
Author: Joey W. Hill
18. "Agnes Shay had the true spirit of a maid. Moistened with dishwater and mild eau de cologne, reared in narrow and sunless bedrooms, in back passages, back stairs, laundries, linen closets, and in those servants' halls that remind one of a prison, her soul had grown docile and bleak...Agnes loved the ceremonies of a big house. She drew the curtains in the living room at dark, lighted the candles on the table, and struck the dinner chimes like an eager altar boy. On fine evenings, when she sat on the back porch between the garbage pails and the woodbins, she liked to recall the faces of all the cooks she had known. It made her life seem rich."
Author: John Cheever
19. "The reverse is also true: many a trip continues long after movement in time and space has ceased. I remember a man in Salinas who in his middle years traveled to Honolulu and back, and that journey continued for the rest of his life. We could watch him in his rocking chair on his front porch, his eyes squinted, half-closed, traveling to Honolulu."
Author: John Steinbeck
20. "Wow." Lisa motioned for Keith to stop for a moment. "Look at this place. It's like the perfect family house. The porch and the windows, even from here, it feels like the walls have seen a lifetime of love."
Author: Karen Kingsbury
21. "Her childhood had been magical, hours spent in ecstatic loneliness in the apple orchard, dreaming of foreign lands and wild adventures.. Everything was new, down to bird song and grass blades. By the time she had reached adulthood, the town around her was like a grandmother who had used up all her stories and now simply rocked on the porch. The same flowers, the same streets, year after year. She longed for someone more exotic. A prince. A pirate."
Author: Kathy Hepinstall
22. "Come on, asshole," Paul said as he stepped onto the porch. "Come make me cry— I dare ya."
Author: Kele Moon
23. "I would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing."
Author: Laura Whitcomb
24. "And so many things get lost. Not just a set of keys or a photograph of your father with his first truck, but the door those keys once opened, the childhood house you long ago walked into, the father who used to carry you on his shoulders high above the crowds at the summer fair, his body now ashes and shards of bone. You hold these things in place on a page, you walk through that door, touch his face and smell the cigarette smoke on his breath and in his shirt, you make things breathe again in words. You feel the lightness of a ghostly touch across your skin. In that small house on the corner, the porch light suddenly comes on."
Author: Lorna Crozier
25. "Sorry, I had to break the tension; it was making me uncomfortable. It reminded me a lot of someof my dates in high school. Just before the guy copped a feel.""Sorry," Kelsey said, her apology directed at Cole. "She doesn't interact with people very often. It's. . . like a puppy that gets locked in the laundry room all day.""Should I get her a treat?" he asked."Hey," Alexa said, her tone defensive. "Is the treat bacon?""Milk-Bone," he said."Then I'll pass and head to bed." She looped her arm through Kelsey's, and they turned, steppingoff the porch."
Author: Maisey Yates
26. "It was four o'clock of a stickily wet Saturday. As long as it is anything from Monday to Friday the average library attendant goes around thanking her stars she isn't a school-teacher; but the last day of the week, when the rest of the world is having its relaxing Saturday off and coming to gloat over you as it acquires its Sunday-reading best seller, if you work in a library you begin just at noon to wish devoutly that you'd taken up scrubbing-by-the-day, or hack-driving, or porch-climbing or- anything on earth that gave you a weekly half-holiday!"
Author: Margaret Widdemer
27. "From HOUSEKEEPING, by Marilynne Robinson: There is remembrance, and communion, altogether human and unhallowed. For families will not be broken. Curse and expel them, send their children wandering, drown them in floods and fires, and old women will make songs out of all these sorrows and sit in the porches and sing them on mild evenings. Every sorrow suggests a thousand songs, and every song recalls a thousand sorrows, and so they are infinite in number and all the same."
Author: Marilynne Robinson
28. "La mia carriera non era stata un fallimento, commercialmente perlomeno: se si aggredisce il mondo con una violenza sufficiente, allora finisce per sganciarli, i suoi sporchi soldi; ma non vi ridà mai e poi mai la gioia."
Author: Michel Houellebecq
29. "On my first evening in the back country, I skipped down the porch steps of the farmhouse-leaving my father inside and the radio playing and my small suitcase decorated with neon flower stickers unpacked-and wandered towards the upside-down school bus I'd spied from an upstairs window."
Author: Mitch Cullin
30. "My life feels like a book left out on the porch, and the wind blows the pages faster and faster, turning always toward a new chapter faster than I can stop to read it."
Author: Nancy E. Turner
31. "The final stretch of drive ended at a small cottage nestled in a grove of ancient live oaks. The weathered structure, with chipping paint and shutters that had begun to blacken at the edges, was fronted by a small stone porch framed by white columns. Over the years, one of the columns had become enshrouded in vines, which climbed toward the roof. A metal chair sat at the edge, and at one corner of the porch, adding color to the world of green, was a small pot of blooming geraniums. But their eyes were drawn inevitably to the wildflowers. Thousands of them, a meadow of fireworks stretching nearly to the steps of the cottage, a sea of red and orange and purple and blue and yellow nearly waist deep, rippling in the gentle breeze. Hundreds of butterflies flitted about the meadow, tides of moving color undulating in the sun."
Author: Nicholas Sparks
32. "We don't hide crazy," I said. "We put it on the porch and let it entertain the neighbors."
Author: Nick Wilgus
33. "And I couldn't take my eyes off Pete. He ate dinner like he always did, in three or four huge, whoofing bites, before heading back out front to his cone of warmth, his coffee, his cigarettes, and ghostly tunes piping from his little transistor radio. And most important, to whatever thoughts drowned out the voices of his own family saying "hello" and "happy holidays."I watched him because I couldn't believe that could be anyone's comfortable horizon. A tiny porch on a dark corner near a highway. We lucked out living on a planet made thrilling by billions of years of chance, catastrophe, miracles, and disaster, and he'd rejected it. You're offered the world every morning when you open your eyes. I was beginning to see Pete as a representative of all the people who shut that out, through cynicism, religion, fear, greed, or ritual."
Author: Patton Oswalt
34. "He smiled, which was not at all what she'd expected. It wasn't just a polite smile, either. It was the kind that made her want to sit on the front-porch swing, if she'd had a swing, and hum romantic songs from the thirties, those terrific old songs that talked about red sails in the sunset and the glory of love."
Author: Peggy Webb
35. "In the crook of the crescent moon sits the Holy Lady, with strong muscles and a merciful heart. She kicks her her splendid legs like the moon is her swing and the sky, her front porch. She waves down at Sidda like she has just spotted an old buddy."
Author: Rebecca Wells
36. "After a time, it seemed that the world inside the books became my world. So when I thought of my childhood, it was dandelion wine and ice cream on a summer porch, like Ray Bradbury, and catching catfish with Huck Finn. My own memories receded and the book memories became the real memories, far more than the outside, far more even than in here."
Author: Rene Denfeld
37. "Johnny James was sitting on the front porch, sipping from a glass of gasoline in the December heat, when the doom-screamer came."
Author: Robert McCammon
38. "This sort of day makes indoor work seem shameful. So working outside, whether in the garden or the woods or on the front porch..., is a sacrament."
Author: Robert Michael Pyle
39. "I couldn't picture heaven. How could a place be any good at all if it didn't have the things there you enjoyed doing? If there were no comic books, no monster movies, no bikes, and no country roads to ride them on? No swimming pools, no ice cream, no summer, or barbecue on the Fourth of July? No thunderstorms, and front porches on which to sit and watch them coming? Heaven sounded to me like a library that only held books about one certain subject, yet you had to spend eternity and eternity and eternity reading them. What was heaven without typewriter paper and a magic box?"
Author: Robert R. McCammon
40. "The fact that Cincinnati thought I resembled him in any way sickened me. It made me want to run and hide. When I was a child in Detroit and terrors chased me, I would run to my hiding spot, a crawl space under the front porch of the boardinghouse we lived in. I'd wedge my small body into the cool brown earth and lie there, escaping the ugliness that was inevitably going on above me. I'd plug my ears with my fingers and hum to block out the remnants of Mother's toxic tongue or sharp backhand. It became a habit, humming, and a decade later, I was still doing it. Life had turned cold again, the safety of the cocoon under the porch was gone, and lying in the dirt had become a metaphor for my life."
Author: Ruta Sepetys
41. "This was a memory I wanted to keep, whole, and recall again and again. When I was fifty years old I wanted to remember this moment on the porch, holding hands with Cameron while he shared himself with me. I didn't want it to be something on the fringes of my memory like so many other things about Cameron and myself."
Author: Sara Zarr
42. "My joking answer to this question is that I leave a bowl of milk out on the back porch every night for the Idea Fairy. In the morning, the milk is gone and there's a brand-new shiny idea by the bowl."
Author: Sarah Zettel
43. "I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his words don't reach my ears.Because it's my mother.Smelling.On my porch."
Author: Stephanie Perkins
44. "Earl had let Bertie off the porch for some fresh grass and I didn't want Dr. Eustace to see her. She still looked as though we'd put Hannibal Lecter in charge of her shearing and had hired the special effects team from Night of the Living Dead to bandage her."
Author: Susan Juby
45. "On the porch were the still-smoking remains of long-stemmed roses, evidence that someone angry and passive-aggressive didn't know Peter was out of town."
Author: Theric Jepson
46. "Dirt music, Fox tells Georgie, is "anything you can play on a verandah or porch, without electricity."
Author: Tim Winton
47. "The instant of petrified violence that sometimes foreruns a summer storm saturated the hushed yard, and in the unearthly tinseled light rusty buckets of trailing fern which were strung round the porch like party lanterns appeared illuminated by a faint green inward flame."
Author: Truman Capote
48. "I no longer went to church as a regular habit, but go I sometimes did, for one Sunday morning I saw these words painted on a board in the porch: 'The congregation are requested to kneel during prayers; the kneelers are afterwards to be hung upon pegs provided for the purpose."
Author: W.B. Yeats
49. "I had spent four years propped on the front porch of the fraternity house, bemused and dreaming, watching the sun shine through the spanish moss, lost in the mystery of finding myself alive at such a time and place."
Author: Walker Percy
50. "My love will comewill fling open her arms and fold me in them,will understand my fears, observe my changes.In from the pouring dark, from the pitch nightwithout stopping to bang the taxi doorshe'll run upstairs through the decaying porchburning with love and love's happiness,she'll run dripping upstairs, she won't knock,will take my head in her hands,and when she drops her overcoat on a chair,it will slide to the floor in a blue heap."
Author: Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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