Quotes About Window

will involuntarily expel the spores in a single explosive death cough. THAT is the moment to panic and leap out of the nearest window--irrespective of which floor you're on, or whether it is open or not.

The 'therapeutic window'. What a delicious term for the interruption of medical treatment! Might you perhaps hurl yourself into the void through this therapeutic window? How about a hermeneutic window from which to hurl yourself beyond meaning. Or an existential window from which to hurl yourself out of existence and the perpetual reasons for existing.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

He goes to the window, watches the buses up and down Oxford Road, carrying their cargo of people who aren't thinking about the future beyond teatime or tomorrow or their next holiday or whatever fear is the fear that waits for them in the dark. It's raining. That's what most people are thinking about. The size of our lives hems us in but protects us too. Our little lives, small enough to make it through the gap under the door as it closes.

I was sitting in a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw Mom rooting through a Dumpster.

I was there, standing in front of a window whose panes had a definite refraction index. But what feeble barriers! I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then, anything, anything could happen.

The eye, the window of the soul, is the chief means whereby the understanding can most fully and abundantly appreciate the infinite works of Nature; and the ear is second.

Most of us live in artificial environments and then we go to work in artificial environments and the world becomes something that you see through a window.

I put the gold star up in the front window beside the flag. Alterations is what I know and what I did: hems, gussets and seams.

...and my signature is drawn in magic markeron the lower right hand corner of the windowso when something passes in the darkit's captured for a moment inside my work.

Opportunity knocks only once. You never know if you'll get another opportunity.

The trick at Le Mans is to get the car 'in the window.' Everything is critical: the tyre pressure, the brake temperature, and that means you have to push the car a lot to get it into the window - it's about getting everything to work right and getting the car to flow through the corners.

Bad weather always looks worse through a window.

One of the police found a garden chair that I could stand on and they eyed me suspiciously as I tried to slide through the window. The fleece that I was wearing was padding me out too much so I took it off. I tried again, and this time it was my pen, pen-torch and scissors in my shirt pocket that got in the way. I moved them into my trouser pocket. One of the police asked if it would help if I was buttered up. I pretended not to listen to him. Or the giggles of my crewmate.

the hours plink past like water from a window a/c. we sweat it out, teach ourselves to wait. silently, lazily, collapse happens.

The window shades have all been removed. Nighttime is now free to encroach.

They stared out their window at night enough to know where the darkest shadows lay, and it was to the darkest shadows they kept.

The train lurched and I saw my face in the window again. I wanted to calm the scared kid who was looking back at me, but didn't know how.

I finally stuffed pillows in my bed and went out the same window Squorp came in, except it turns out that's a lot easier with wings, because there are these dumb hedges right out there that tried to eat me alive.

Did you actually--?' Logan glanced through the play-house window. The floor was covered in Harry Potter books, as if Flurp had been making a nest out of them. 'Eat books?! Flurp would NEVER! Flurp would STARVE first!' The griffin cub let out a tiny burp that smelled of crayons.

if I promised to put my notebook on the floor and my pen in my pocket. And he suggested that I sit back and not gape out the window.

I am in the Aleph, the point at which everything is in the same place at the same time. I'm at a window, looking out at the world and its secret places, poetry lost in time and words left hanging in space...sentences that are perfectly understood, even when left unspoken. Feelings that simultaneously exalt and suffocate.

As you go in, on the first floor, the back window

I opened the window and my heart. The sun flooded the room and love inundated my soul.