Quotes About Window

The argument of the broken window pane is the most valuable argument in modern politics.

Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.

When one looks into the window of a store which sells devotional art objects, one can't help wishing the iconoclasts had won.

The lights blazed from every window and Decker could hear the music blasting out of the place. It was country, with a dash of rock and roll, at least to his ear. It shot through the air like a sound cannon.

WILL ROBIE CROUCHED shadowlike at a window in a deserted building, inside a country that was currently an ally of the United States. Tomorrow that could change.

and my signature is drawn in magic marker on the lower right hand corner of the window so when something passes in the dark it's captured for a moment inside my work.

Look out my window, what do I see? A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me. All the nightmares came today And it looks as though they're here to stay. - Oh! You Pretty Things

But, lo! and just as the coach drove off, Miss Sharp put her pale face out of the window and actually flung the book back into the garden.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.

In the sky, through the window, white clouds were coming undone, running loose from the calm blue.

All I know is that now my little bird has nothing, except what appears to be a comfortable spot to begin his inevitable return to unconstrained atoms, some of which may float to the sky, or in my window.

Freedom is the open window through which pours the sunlight of the human spirit and human dignity.

Latimer is a papist, he suspects: but, so far, loyal. 'How do you like Snape Castle?' She wrinkles her nose. 'Well, you know. It's Yorkshire.' She touches his sleeve, nods towards a window embrasure.

Please do not close the window, Indy, fresh air kills germs.' 'Hypothermia,' said Indigo, not obeying, 'kills people. And anyway, Rose's lips are going blue.

I stand in front of my window and imagine myself a fearless knight, imagine myself a witch who hid her heart in her finger and then chopped her finger off.

Then, once the window was open, it would have been easy to forget to close it. There was still the garlic, after all, still the holy water on the lintels. Things like this happened in Europe, in places like Belgium, where the streets teemed with vampires and the shops didn't open until after dark. Not here. Not in Tana's town, where there hadn't been a single attack in more than five years.

And yet it had happened. A window had been left open to the night, and a vampire had crawled through.

A meadow of flowers flows impossibly from the other side of the window. There is no river there, no scrub grass or mud. Just endless blooms, and among them scattered bones, as white as petals.

When I was visiting her a few years ago she hugged me and said, 'Tomorrow after you leave I will stand here at this window and remember that yesterday you were right here with me.

Tomorrow after you leave I will stand here at this window and remember that yesterday you were right here with me.

her first day in Paris she can hardly get out of bed. When finally she does, she stands at the window and watches the cats. She does not feel depressed so much as absent. She

She slept all night with the bedroom window open even though she knows women are advised not to. She arranged glasses in a row along her windowsill so that if a man did break in at least she would have some warning.

I've always started every day by going to the window for a glimpse of the sky. But now I won't have to." "Why not?" She asked softly. "Because I'll see the blue of your eyes instead." "How romantic you are," she murmured with a grin, kissing him gently. "But don't worry. I won't tell anyone.

Merripen, despite his fear of heights, had often climbed a ladder to wash the second floor window for her. He had wanted her view of the outside world to be clear. He had said the sky should always be blue for her.