A massive fir, it rose to nearly touch the ceiling at the far end of the ballroom. When Will asked Charlotte how on earth it had gotten in there, she had only waved her hands and said something about Magnus.
The next minute or so was spent howling on the ceiling. Imp No. 1 joined in, but he wasn't really feeling it. It shouldn't be "Who do we hate?", he thought, it really should be "whom", but this probably wasn't a good time to bring that up.
The glass ceiling doesn't apply when you're building your own house
The low ceiling that was water stained and boasting spiders so large she half expected Frodo and Sam to appear and fight them off.
I have heard that stiff people lose something of their awkwardness under high ceilings, and in spacious halls. I think, sculptureand painting have an effect to teach us manners, and abolish hurry.
He describes it as a large apartment, with a red brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides of bacon, and ropes of onions.
Glass ceilings have been broken, but more have to be broken.
Making it through the ceiling to the other side was simply a matter of running on a path created by every other woman's footprints.
We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.
Every ceiling reached becomes a floor.
I sometimes look into the face of my dog Stan and see a wistful sadness and existential angst, when all he is actually doing is slowly scanning the ceiling for flies.
I certainly came up in an era where women were really making strides and making a point to beat down doors and find their place and crash through the glass ceiling.
When you set goals, something inside of you starts saying, "Let's go, let's go," and ceilings start to move up.
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?
Fish Ponies! I put them on the ceiling!" -Tyson
I think that game is a testament to what happens when you put no ceiling to what you're capable of doing.
Shared world has done some world building and brings (in the case of FR and SW) a big audience. With your own work, you're more creatively free. In a way, the shared world stuff has a high floor but a ceiling.
I've come down in the world. I've slid to a place where the ceiling is low and there isn't much room for me to move. Most of the time I'm used to it. . . I accepted my sentence and do not brood or look back. But sometimes a shift makes me remember. Routine is ruffled and a new start makes me suddenly conscious of what I've become -
There are one hundred glow-stars on my bedroom ceiling. (. . . ) Glow-stars are strange. They make the ceiling disappear.
I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.