Window Quotes - Page 22

• Old age is the lubricant of belief. When death knocks at the door, skepticism flies out the window. A serious cardiovascular fright and a person will even believe in Little Red Riding Hood.

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon

  Believe, Doors, Age

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• I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. [...] It is afternoon, it is night, it is morning. Everything is reduced to this bed, this endless slumber that makes the days into one day, makes time stop, stretches and compacts time until it is meaningless.

  Audrey Niffenegger

  Dream, Morning, Rap

  Audrey Niffenegger (2014). “The Time Traveler's Wife”, p.513, Simon and Schuster

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• You try getting through the Hollows traffic with a stoned redhead hanging out the window shouting, 'I'm king of the world!' ~Lee

  Kim Harrison

  Kings, Trying, World

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• But it is the knowledge of how contingent my unease is, how dependent on a baby that wails beneath my window one day and does not wail the next, that brings the worst shame to me, the greatest indifference to annihilation. I know somewhat too much; and from this knowledge, once one has been infected, there seems to be no recovering. I ought never to have taken my lantern to see what was going on in the hut by the granary. On the other hand, there was no way, once I had picked up the lantern, for me to put it down again. The knot loops in upon itself; I cannot find the end.

  J. M. Coetzee

  Baby, Taken, Hands

  J. M. Coetzee (2017). “Waiting for the Barbarians: A Novel”, p.19, Penguin

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• I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

  Dodie Smith

  Rain, Cutting, Church

  Dodie Smith (2011). “I Capture The Castle”, p.282, Random House

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• It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.

  Henry James

  Autumn, Light, Sky

  Henry James (2016). “The Beast in the Jungle: American Literature”, p.2, 谷月社

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• my sword reappeared in my pocket. yeah,great timing.now i could attack the walls all i wanted.my cell had no bar,no window,not even a door

  Rick Riordan

  Wall, Doors, Cells

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• Phresine showed him where he could sleep, in an interior room with no windows, a narrow bed, and a washstand. There were chests stacked along one wall, and Costis guessed the dismal spot was probably a closet cleaned out to make room for him. Hard to believe the royal apartments, so lavish elsewhere, would otherwise have such a plain corner. Expecting better of royal closets, Costis went to bed disappointed.

  Megan Whalen Turner

  Wall, Believe, Sleep

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• Some time in the night I got up, tiptoed to my window, and looked out at my doghouse. It looked so lonely and empty sitting there in the moonlight. I could see that the door was slightly ajar. I thought of the many times I had lain in my bed and listened to the squeaking of the door as my dogs went in and out. I didn't know I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.

  Wilson Rawls

  Dog, Lonely, Night

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• When God closes a door, he opens a window. Yeah. The problem was that this particular window opened off the tenth story, and he wasn't so sure God supplied parachutes.

  Diana Gabaldon

  Doors, Stories, Problem

  Diana Gabaldon (2015). “The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 5, 6, 7, and 8: The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood”, p.2568, Delacorte Press

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• every healthy marriage is composed of walls and windows. The windows are the aspects of your relationship that are open to the world—that is, the necessary gaps through which you interact with family and friends; the walls are the barriers of trust behind which you guard the most intimatesecrets of your marriage.

  Elizabeth Gilbert

  Love, Heartbreak, Wall

  Elizabeth Gilbert (2010). “Committed: A Love Story”, p.84, Penguin

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• If Apollo caught sight of him outside or near a window during the light of day, Talon would be nothing more than a strip of fried bacon on the sidewalk. Extra-crispy Celt didn’t appeal to him in the least.’ (Talon)

  Sherrilyn Kenyon

  Light, Sight, Would Be

  Sherrilyn Kenyon (2010). “Night Embrace”, p.39, Macmillan

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• Come aboard if your destination is oblivion- it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat if you want. But it's a sad view.

  Yann Martel

  Views, Together, Want

  Yann Martel, Canongate Books (2007). “Life of Pi (Illustrated): Deluxe Illustrated Edition”, p.125, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• One day a hummingbird flew in-- It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella-- --When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn't believe I had it--but I could feel the intense life--so intense and so tiny-- ...You were like the humming bird to me... And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together-- --It is not that I fear the knowing-- It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me--it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.

  Georgia O'Keeffe

  Beautiful, Believe, Hands

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• Why do you do these things to yourself? Not just what you did to the window, but the way you talked to Clary. What are you punishing yourself for? You can't help how you feel.

  Cassandra Clare

  Punishing Yourself, How You Feel, Way

  Cassandra Clare (2010). “City of Glass”, p.137, Simon and Schuster

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• He broke up with me." "Because you weren't in love with him. That's an iffy proposition, and I think he's handling with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box." "No one has a boom box anymore. That was the eighties.

  Cassandra Clare

  Teenage, Boys, Thinking

  Cassandra Clare (2009). “Sample of the CITYs”, p.67, Simon and Schuster

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• "I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough."
  "Waiting for perfect love?"
  "No, even I know better than that. I'm looking for selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you're doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don't want it anymore and throw it out the window. That's what I'm looking for."

  Haruki Murakami

  Running, Perfect, Long

  "Norwegian Wood". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2011.

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• Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

  Anna Godbersen

  Choices, Difficult, Wrong Things

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• 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 . . .

  Donna Tartt

  Song, Sheep, Gentleman

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• 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.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Dog, Rain, Giants

  Stephenie Meyer (2008). “Eclipse”, Little Brown & Company

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• You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

  Suzanne Collins

  Sleep, Katniss, Tea

  Suzanne Collins (2010). “Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)”, p.271, Scholastic Inc.

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• ...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.

  Elizabeth Wurtzel

  Suicide, Self Harm, Broken

  Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.77, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but, having no outlet, it implodes in a great black fart of rage which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul. Horrible as successful artists often are, there is nothing crueler or more vain than a failed artist.

  Erica Jong

  Successful, Artist, Soul

  Erica Jong (2013). “Fear of Flying: 40th Anniversary Edition”, p.210, Open Road Media

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• A habit of finding pleasure in thought rather than action is a safeguard against unwisdom and excessive love of power, a means of preserving serenity in misfortune and peace of mind among worries. A life confined to what is personal is likely, sooner or later, to become unbearably painful; it is only by windows into a larger and less fretful cosmos that the more tragic parts of life become endurable.

  Bertrand Russell

  Mean, Worry, Serenity

  Bertrand Russell, John Greer Slater, Peter Köllner (1996). “A Fresh Look at Empiricism: 1927-42”, p.310, Psychology Press

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• It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course.

  Truman Capote

  Friday, Fall, Sunday

  Truman Capote, Eleanor Perry, Frank Perry (1971). “Trilogy; an experiment in multimedia”

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