Quotes About Curtains

Through my curtains I can see a big yellow moon. I'm thinking of all the people in the world who will be looking at that same moon. I wonder how many of them haven't got any eyebrows?

With its green curtains and green carpet, with its green valences round its green arm-chairs, with its green tassels round its vase-bearing brackets, this spacious chamber, designed to pleasure their dead mother before either of them were born, was like a mausoleum to Ruth and Rodney.

At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.

There was a grand piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair.

I didn't like the play. But I saw it under unfavorable circumstances – the curtains were up. GROUCHO MARX

Her blue, almond-shaped eyes - now even more elongated - had altered in appearance; they were indeed of the same colour, but seemed to have passed into a liquid state. So much so that, when she closed them, it was as though a pair of curtains had been drawn to shut out a view of the sea.

I had drawn back my own curtains, impatient to know what Sea it was that was playing that morning by the shore, like a Nereid. For none of those Seas ever stayed with us longer than a day. On the morrow there would be another, which sometimes resembled its predecessor. But I never saw the same one twice.

until custom had changed the colour of the curtains, made the clock keep quiet, brought

Remove the curtains of hate, to open the window of love.

The first pale suggestion of dawn has appeared on the horizon as a faint grey smudge. F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote that the real dark night of the soul is always three o'clock in the morning, but that's not right. The darkest part of the night is just before dawn when we wake and peer through the curtains and wonder where the world has gone.

The funeral home might be McInerney's, which has matchbooks that bear a poem beginning, "Bring out the lace curtains and call McInerney, I'm nearing the end of life's pleasant journey.

The Creator is the greatest pianist and we must dance daily according to each tune played by Him. Until the moment we get spiritually drunken and wait for the curtains to fall on the stage.

I sat on the edge of my bed for a minute. Then, just like she'd told me to do, I opened my curtains. The sky was blue, and the windows of my apartment were in the right direction to get morning sunshine. I started my coffee, then went to open Twitter to read while it brewed. A pop-up message appeared instead: Don't read Twitter. Here is a link to the Abelique discussion board community for artists.

The best place for this kind of training is Holland where people, convinced of their utter innocence, do not use curtains. After dusk the windows turn into little stages on which actors act out their evenings. Sequences of images bathed in yellow, warm light are the individual acts of the same production entitled 'Life'. Dutch painting. Moving lives.

It occurred to me, as the heavy curtains were opened and the morning light flooded the small dining area, that without a doubt we sometimes eclipse our own dreams with reality.

The sunshine filtered in through the billowing white curtains. Tatiana knew there would be only an instant, a brief flicker of time that bathed her with the possibilities of the day. In a moment it would all be gone. And in a moment it was. Still...that sun streaking through the room, the distant rumble of buses through the open window, the slight wind. This was the part of Sunday that Tatiana loved most: the beginning.

Nor the feathery curtains Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch...

There were curtains of night gray that curved against the wind and in them it was almost as if he could see the lives of his mother and of his best friend, their spirits, coming to him. It was not as if they lived, exactly, but maybe they were not lost forever to the great dark.

“You are to construct the tabernacle itself with ten curtains of finely spun linen, each with blue, purple, and scarlet yarn, and cherubim skillfully worked into them.

Five of the curtains are to be joined together, and the other five joined as well.

Make fifty gold clasps as well, and join the curtains together with the clasps, so that the tabernacle will be a unit.

You are to make curtains of goat hair for the tent over the tabernacle—eleven curtains in all.

Each of the eleven curtains is to be the same size—thirty cubits long and four cubits wide.

Join five of the curtains into one set and the other six into another. Then fold the sixth curtain over double at the front of the tent.