Quotes About Window

Chick forced himself to turn his head away, to walk in view of that window, to take the ten exposed steps down to the chestnut's stall.

The way one's mind can dash about just while one opens a window.

Oh, mother, make the right thing happen for Rose!"—and I had a vision of poor mother scurrying from Heaven to do the best she could. The way one's mind can dash about just while one opens a window!

Traffic was stopped dead and I nudged the window switch and listened to the blowing horns approach peak volume. We were trapped in our own obsessive clamor.

Steffie said, "Can you see the feathery plume from the attic window?" "It's not a plume." "But will we have to leave our homes?

She walked into the room and went to the window. She opened it. She threw the window open. She didn't know why she did this. Then she knew. She wanted to feel the sea tang on her face and the flow of time in her body, to tell her who she was.

He and Kennedy were partners. The figure of the gunman in the window was inextricable from the victim and his history.

On the other hand I myself have impulses toward violence uneasily concealed. Especially when I look out of the window at the men and women, walking along in the course of a day because I spend so much time, as we all do, looking out of windows to determine what is out there, and what should be done about it.

From the window, above the clatter of pots and the slamming of cabinets, Francis was singing, as though it was the happiest song in the world: 'We are the little black sheep who have gone astray . . . Baa baa baa . . . Gentlemen songsters off on a spree . . . Doomed from here to eternity . . .

the atmosphere it breathed was like the light-rinsed airiness of a wall opposite an open window.

My sheets were damp with sweat. I got up and stuck my head out the window and took a few breaths. The chill air was so refreshing that I decided to put on some clothes and go for a walk. The moon was full and very bright. Everything was silent except for the chirp of the crickets and the full foamy toss of the wind in the trees.

Novel-writing can be a cold-blooded business. One uses whatever happens to be lying around in memory and employs it to suit one's end….Then, again, during the months whilst one is writing about the past, a story is colored by what presently is happening to its writer. So, imperceptibly, the tone of voice changes, original intentions slip away. And I found myself looking through another window at a darker landscape inhabited by neither the present nor the past.

He turned to pull the door closed and the warm air from the hall rushed through the narrow opening again. As he saw the yellow paper, the pencil flying, scooped off the desk and, unimpeded by the glassless window, sail out into the night and out of his life, Tom Benecke burst into laughter and then closed the door behind him.

Once religion sanctions a belief, our ordinary notions of what distinguishes the insane from the sane are thrown out the window.

He had not seen that kind of bleeding since 'Nam. I'd better get busy, he thought. He backed away silently from the window.

Every time I copy something, I can draw it for the rest of my life. But research is so painful - I mean just opening up a magazine looking for a picture of a car or looking out the window looking for a car is just hard!

She learned that women were braver than men. Braver and stronger. She learned that she herself could one day stretch open as wide as a window, and it would not kill her.

So long as the creed is a window, and we see God through it, it is good ... but when men are content simply to believe in the creed, or in the church, or in the Bible, they are worshipping idols.

Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance.

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

Me pareció que era una bonita plegaria, así que miré a través de la ventana y empecé a rezar, pero mi mirada tropezó con la Biblia de neón, allá abajo, y no pude continuar. Entonces vi que las estrellas del cielo resplandecían con la hermosa plegaria y empecé de nuevo, recé sin pensar siquiera y ofrecí la oración a las estrellas y al cielo nocturno.

Clerks in downtown hotels were said to be asking guests whether they wished the room for sleeping or jumping. Two men jumped hand-in-hand from a high window in the Ritz. They had a joint account.

Kay Schaffer was drawn to the window of her Dayton, Ohio, house by an early evening ruckus of crows. The birds cawed wildly as they took flight before settling in a large tree where they looked down upon a dead crow. After twenty minutes, the gathering quietly dispersed. Two weeks later, the dead crow was still untouched, but something or someone had surrounded the corpse with an outline of sticks. -Gifts of the Crow

[Magic] can guide people to the very edge of reason - and then push them off. Thoughts collapse for a moment and the mind is free to just experience. Magic is a window to eternity.