Quotes About Window

When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It's as if she can't sob when she's not in a lying position - either that or she has to start sobbing the moment she lies down.

I used to have terrible nightmares about Ellony. She would come to my window and slide through the glass like a mist. She came to steal my breath, an ugly, monstrous sea woman. Her skin was greeny-white and she had a mouth full of hooked fangs like a predator fish.

Once again he cawed four times and was about to caw again when he heard the sound of humans coming through the woods. The bird turned on the window ledge, flapped its black wings, and rose slowly toward the trees. He caught the wind and soared upward.

I left the door open so I could hear the music, grabbed my clippers and went out to play in the garden~~the best place to count my many blessings. And then I though, if I can't get through one door, I'll try the next, or I'll go through a window. Something good is going to happen. Red-Letter days are not provided by others....

Draw me October on the window with rain.

It is raining at the top of my roof and I'am inside my blanket in this chilling night with an open window, missing my love and listning the rain singing a lullaby to me.

...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...

Love is a piano dropped from a four story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. -Two Little Girls (Little Plastic Castle)

I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her".

While outside the window, the raindrops pitter pattered on leaves that shivered and sparkled, inside we made love for the first time!

Open your window with joy and allow all of the love come in to touch your heart.

...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...

I know you exist not just because your eyes flyand give light to things like an open window

I'll bet he light in the window.

Light jumping out of window is staring the dark from afar.

He nodded toward the window with the sunshine streaming in. You see that? You can go out there, outside, anytime. You can run up and down the block and go crazy. I can't do that. I can't go out. I can't run. I can't be out there without fear of getting sick. But you know what? I appreciate that window more than you do.

The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week, in his home, by a window in his study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink flowers.

So the next morning, I had the deeply wretched experience of seeing Prince Marek stop outside the tower doors to look up to my window and blow me a cheerful and indiscreet kiss. I'd been watching only to be sure he actually left; it took nearly all the caution left in me not to throw something down at his head, and I don't mean a token of my regard.

But leave me a little love, A voice to speak to me in the day end, A hand to touch me in the dark room Breaking the long loneliness. In the dusk of day-shapes Blurring the sunset, One little wandering, western star Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow. Let me go to the window, Watch there the day-shapes of dusk And wait and know the coming Of a little love. —Carl Sandburg, from "At the Window," Chicago Poems (Dover Publications, 1994)

Whenever it poured like this, Max felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven.

Go to hell, I whispered. The night darker than ever, leaned in against the window panes.

Cuando llovía con fuerza, Max sentía que el tiempo se detenía. Era como una tregua en la cual uno podía dejar de hacer cualquier cosa que le ocupase en aquel momento y sencillamente acercarse a contemplar el espectáculo de aquella infinita cortina de lágrimas del cielo desde una ventana, durante horas. Dejó de nuevo el libro sobre la mesita y apagó la luz. Lentamente, envuelto en el sonido hipnótico de la lluvia, se rindió al sueño.

Perhaps if by chance I was seen arranging the shop window in my underpants, some lady in need of strong literary emotions would be drawn in and inspired to part with a bit of hard cash. According to expert opinion, the future of literature depends on women and as God is my witness the female is yet to be born who can resist the allure of this stupendous physique.

Cuando llovía con fuerza, sentía que el tiempo se detenía. Era como una tregua en la cual uno podía dejar de hacer cualquier cosa que le ocupase en aquel momento y sencillamente acercarse a contemplar el espectáculo de aquella infinita cortina de lágrimas del cielo desde una ventana, durante horas.