Quotes About Window

Eternity is the divine treasure-house, and hope is the window, by means of which mortals are permitted to see, as through a glass darkly, the things which God is preparing.

When God closes a door, he opens a window. Sounds to me like he's on the toilet.

In the snow outside my window I see a small green frog, one eye blinking and the other wide open, unmoving, looking at me. I know this is God.

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

Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!

Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a lovebeam of God's care and pity for every separate need.

Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying: — That is God. Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee! — What? Mr Deasy asked. — A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.

Though we think we see different things from our windows, in reality we see the same things: Happiness and sorrow! All that is seen from every window!

If your eyes could speak, what would they say?

Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.

I stuck my head out the window and got arrested for mooning.

Pissing out the window, and sh*tting out the window, are two different things!

Hark, " he said, his tone very dry. "What stone through yonder window breaks?"Kami yelled up at him, "It is the east, and Juliet is a jerk!

At my place I can really tell when winter has come.. It's when sunlight is pathetically crawling in my courtyard, incapable of reaching my window anymore.

Every man gets an opportunity once in a lifetime.

I never said you were supposed to be a jailer, i only said a normal person would have questioned why someone would create a decoy nun and then crawl out the window.

Spring is like a perhaps hand Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and changing everything carefully spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there)and without breaking anything.

what does it all come down to? love? Love if you like and i like, for the reason that i hate people and lean out of this window is love, love and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason that i do not fall into this street is love.

The sun found over there a single small window to dazzle - - just as I imagined God, if He existed, might find in a whole crowd only one soul turned at the right angle to reflect his glory.

THIS This is a moment to remember, this, our breaths still heavy, the smell of summer gentle through the window, the sound of the world, not even a distraction, the words 'I love you' unneeded.

He often stared at the bare outcrops of lacerated limestone. They looked to him like models of human brains dumped on the dark green mountainside, or at other times, like a single brain, bursting from dozens of incisions. He sat on the sofa beside the window and looked out, trying to work up a primitive sense of awe.

Let's leave the window, and write. No need to wait for a fine blue to break through. We must live, make do.

Buff paused beneath a shut and locked window, some three feet from the ground. He gathered his waning strength f or one more effort, and sprang upward. Through the thin and cracked glass and the rotting sash he chose his way, alighting on the slimy concrete floor of the garage amid a shower of window particles.

Grises pájaros en el amanecer son a la ventana cerrada lo que a mis males mi poema