Quotes About Window

When we got to her doorway, she turned quickly and kissed my cheek. Good night, Charlie. I'm glad you called me. I'll see you at the lab. She closed the door and I stood outside the building and looked at the light in her apartment window until it went out. There is no question about it now. I'm in love.

A window opening on nothing but the blank sky was endlessly attractive to me…. A window that looked out into a tree was a source of inexpressible happiness…

And I have dreamed of the morning coming in like a bird through the window not burdened by a thought, —Wendell Berry, from "The Design of The House: Ideal and Hard Time," New Collected Poems (Counterpoint Press, 2012)

I turned towards the garden when the door had closed on her. Miss Halcombe was standing with her hat in her hand, and her shawl over her arm, by the large window that led out to the lawn, and was looking at me attentively.

the window, turned back again into the room

She told him that every ring in the window for sale was a tale of woe, a ductile band of happiness that had been shaped easily into sorrow

NANTUCKET Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains? Smell of cleanliness? Sunshine of late afternoon? On the glass tray a glass pitcher, the tumbler turned down, by which a key is lying?And the immaculate white bed

They have thundered past now and crashed silently on into the dusk; night has finally come. Yet he still sits at the study window, the street lamp at the corner flickers and glares, so that the bitter shadows of the unwinded maples seem to toss faintly upon the August darkness.

Angie called pause again, rose from the bed, went to the window. She felt an elation, an unexpected sense of strength and inner unity.

Perhaps the window is not a sun but an asterisk, interrupting the grammar of the sky, with me sitting below it like a footnote.

The view from the window, particularly if you enjoy neon, is extraordinary.

Me and Nkiruka, we watched through the window until the moon grew an extraordinary size, so big that it filled the window frame. We could see the face of the man in the moon, so close that we could see the madness in his eyes.

I can move to the window and see the sky and the clouds above the tall old trees of the park as much as I want. That is the advantage of being alive; maybe not a great advantage, but still.

Ich kann mich ans Fenster stellen und über den alten großen Parkbäumen den Himmel sehen und Wolken, so­viel ich will. Das ist der Vorteil, wenn man lebt, vielleicht kein sehr großer Vorteil, aber immerhin.

It was pouring earlier, great sheets of rain, and now the clouds outside the window are crystal tipped, like mountain peaks in the sky, rays emanating downward like an illustration in a children's bible.

Seni ÅŸu pencerenin önünde ilk gördüÄŸüm an, s?rt?n?, enseni, eÄŸilmiÅŸ genç vücudunu, sanki bin ya??ndaym??s?n gibi eÄŸilmiÅŸ vücudunu gördüÄŸüm an, yaln?zca suçsuzlar? öldürdüÄŸümüzü anlam?? oldum... yaln?zca suÅŸsuzlar?...

writing those lines in his small kitchen, the light wet on the oilskin tablecloth, the night close against the window.

The stormy night turned the window of Lucy's room into a door;

Insofar as a purely transient construction of flesh and blood can remember (or foretell) what it is to be stone, Lucy understood the mountain's wish to listen at the window of a den of gamblers and be warmed by all that free-floating hope and desolation.

On the wall of time to come a window appears. I open it, let angels in.

a fresh spiderweb billowing like a spinnaker across the open window and here he is the little master sailing by on a thread of milk wish me luck admiral I haven't finished anything in a long time

I went to the window and looked out over the mounds of snow, wishing I could do everything in my life once as practice and then go back and do it again.

Wasn't there a spell for making yourself happy? Somebody must have invented one. How could he have missed it? Why didn't they teach it? Was it in the library, a flying book fluttering just out of reach, beating its wings against some high window?

The flaming ruins of a five-alarm sunset smoldered in the window behind her, which was currently pointing west. "It