Quotes About Window

Lo guardavo dalla finestra e mi tornava in mente una storia che una volta mi aveva raccontato su un grosso serpente in cui gli uomini del nord credono, la cui brama è quella di divorare il mondo." Ricordavo anche io quella storia. Alla fine, il serpente divora se stesso.

On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.

A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain

From the pavement, I could see the window of Albertine's room, that window, formerly quite black, at night, when she was not staying in the house, which the electric light inside, dissected by the slats of the shutters, striped from top to bottom with parallel bars of gold.

Cottage I sit, alertbehind the small windowof my mind and watchthe days pass,strangers,who have no reasonto look in.

At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.

Two Stories Up, The Cat Looks Down When the blind is lifted, positioning itself On the edge of the desk near the bay window Several times a day The cat looks down. Many people when the sun is out Come and go, beneath. Among its sightings are Young fathers with a son or daughter shouldered Holding with a consistently light touch the held-out legs Like wishbones.

He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

I'm up here in this womb, I'm looking all around. We'll, I'm looking out my belly button window and I see a whole lot of frowns.

My father was a very successful businessman, but he was ruined in the stock market crash. A big stockbroker jumped out the window and fell on his pushcart.

If you have lived with the fear of failure all your life, you tend to erect a window of risk aversion. In every opportunity, you first see the risks, the downsides, the possibility of failure. Someone else may look at the same image through the window of optimism and see a huge, overpowering silver lining.

O lovitur? scurt? în fereastr?, ca ?i cum ceva ar fi izbit-o, urmat? de o ampl? c?dere abia sim?it?, de parc? o mîn? de fire de nisip s-ar fi pr?bu?it de la fereastra de deasupra, apoi mi?carea extinzîndu-se, regularizîndu-se, adoptînd un ritm, devenind fluid?, sonor?, muzical?, atotcuprinz?toare, universal?: începea s? plou?.

Pieni kopaus ikkunaruutuun kuin jokin olisi töytäissyt siihen, sitten väljä kevyt varina kuin ikkunasta kerrosta ylempää olisi heitetty hiekkajyviä, sittern varina laajeni, muuttui säännölliseksi, omaksui rytmin, tuli juoksevaksi, sointuvaksi, musikaaliseksi, määrittämättömäksi, kaiken käsittäväksi: satoi.

little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain.

whom were off-duty cops—said they were throwing gang signs out the car window." I flicked at a bread crumb. "Did they happen to recognize the signs?" "They're working

Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost.

there is rarely any rhyme or reason in suicides. They can be a cry for help gone wrong, or a punishment to those you're leaving behind, or one fateful twenty-minute window when you lose your bearings and can't find the reasons to go on.

Since it started raining all my wife has done is look through the stupid window. If it gets any worse I'll have to let her in.

Never trust a computer you can't throw out a window.

In the school I went to, they asked a kid to prove the law of gravity and he threw the teacher out of the window.

I cranked open my third-floor casement window, looked at Philadelphia- my piece of it- and let my affection for it lift lightly off me like a scent from a flower and drift out into the cool air.

Frosty winter evenings, patterns of ice forming on the window panes outside, fresh coal piled on the red embers, and the fire spurting sulphurous flames of blue and green.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. Why, every time I shut the window I hurt somebody's fingers.

The room is so small, when I put the key in, I broke the window!