Quotes About Window

I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.

Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

My love lives outside my window Clouds burst to give water So her love can grow My love smiles to me each morning Says she'll never leave me And I know it's so

On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.

I live in Los Angeles, which is the second most polluted city in the world, and I wake up in the morning to dirt all over my window.

At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.

Nature inspires me continually. Today, I can look out my window and see the entire world covered with snow. It's like Narnia under the White Witch.

I watch a spider outside my window, how she carefully weaves a dreamcatcher in the corner. Just for me.

A man walks into a pet shop and says: "Give me a wasp." The shopkeeper replies: "We don't sell wasps." He says: "There's one in the window."

Peace can't be seen with eyes, only the mind can see it and the heart can feel it. So open the window of your mind to let it come in.

Oh my Valentine! I was waiting for you next to my wide open window just as a flower bud waits for the spring air to bloom.

Love is the best window of the mind through which you see the beauty of life.

To let love come in, you must smile to open the window of your mind.

Always keep open the window of your mind to let in love.

Lovers, forget your love, And list the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze.

The poem begins, "About suffering they were never wrong, / The Old Masters: how well they understood / Its human position; how it takes place / While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.

She used to drag her mattress besider her low window and lie awake for a long while, vibrating with excitement, as a machine vibrates from speed. Life rushed in upon her through that window - or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within, not from without. There is no work of art so big or so beautiful that is was not once all contained in some youthful body, like this one which lay on the floor in the moonlight, pulsing with ardor and anticipation.

brother? It is still light out. It is not yet reading time.' Tyrion looked guiltily at the copy of Maderion's Tales of the Caledorian Epoch that lay on the chipped table beside the bed. He walked over to the windows. The drapes were fusty and smelled of mould. Cold air whistled in through gaps in the shutters, despite the torn shreds of sacking he had stuffed into the gaps. There was no place in the old

Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything.

Everything stops in her and sinks into silence. She drives slowly, foggy pictures painted in her mind. She has to open a window, but how will she withstand the rush of air? She can hardly breathe. She is frozen around a fragment embedded inside her. Only her heart is suddenly full of life, the only part of her that beats in excitement and goes out to Shaul, goes out limping, goes out hunchbacked, with Band-Aids stuck all over it, but goes out.

She looked toward the window, smiling away her life

Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.

That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it.

Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.