Window Quotes

“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.”
― Edith Wharton, Artemis to Actaeon and Other Verses

“Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand?

Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers around the disk of light.

There you go . . . That was easy!”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?”
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

“I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.”
― Brigid Lowry, Guitar Highway Rose

“A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

“It’s the beating of my heart.
The way I lie awake, playing with shadows slowly climbing up my wall. The gentle moonlight slipping through my window and the sound of a lonely car somewhere far away, where I long to be too, I think. It’s the way I thought my restless wandering was over, that I’d found whatever I thought I had found, or wanted, or needed, and I started to collect my belongings. Build a home. Safe behind the comfort of these four walls and a closed door.
Because as much as I tried or pretended or imagined myself as a part of all the people out there,
I was still the one locking the door every night.
Turning off the phone and blowing out the candles so no one knew I was home.
’cause I was never really well around the expectations of my personality
and I wanted to keep to myself.
and because I haven’t been very impressed lately.
By people,
or places.
Or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

“Thank you for helping my sister,” he says.
I lean forward, mimicking his position. “I’m happy to.”
Calliope leans out her window. “STOP FLIRTING AND GET BACK TO WORK.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“What are you staring at?"
"Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?”
― Jasleen Kaur Gumber

“You have the nicest window, you know? None of the others can even compete. It´s not flashy like the others, or bleary – your window gives of this nice, quiet light.”
― Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake

“The faithful man perceives nothing less than opportunity in difficulties. Flowing through his spine, faith and courage work together: Such a man does not fear losing his life, thus he will risk losing it at times in order to empower it. By this he actually values his life more than the man who fears losing his life. It is much like leaping from a window in order to avoid a fire yet in that most crucial moment knowing that God will appear to catch you.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“I used to think I was unstable, because I had this thirst for something. I could never figure out what it was. I couldn’t sleep at night, and I always wanted to be somewhere else. I have a window tattooed, this little box, and it’s because wherever I was, I wanted to be somewhere else. And, I always saw myself, wherever I was in life, staring out the window.”
― Angelina Jolie

“Often a star
was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you
out of the distant path, or as you walked
under an open window, a violin
yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.”
― Markus Zusak, Underdog

“I barricaded myself and stared out the window, without seeing anything but my own unhappiness.”
― Thomas Bernhard, The Loser

“Your desire to be near to window is your desire to be close to life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, with fields beyond outside the entrance-gates. On the road there was a man with a bundle on his back and a woman carrying her baby; in the field she could see figures moving - perhaps the shepherd with his dog. Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She was a part of that involuntary, palpitating life, and could neither look out on it from her luxurious shelter as a mere spectator, nor hide her eyes in selfish complaining.”
― George Eliot, Middlemarch

“Outside the window, a bank of clouds appeared on the horizon, inching slowly across the sky, finally slipping across the Moon and blocking out its radiant light. As he clicked off his overhead light, he turned his eyes one last time to the heavens. Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars.”
― Dan Brown

“Our own place is mall perhaps, but when your old man is eaten by his own shadow, you realise that maybe in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world even seeing it.
Maybe that's what these pages of words are about:
Bringing the world to the window.”
― Markus Zusak, Fighting Ruben Wolfe

“Fear leads to death as the window to the courtyard. Jump!”
― Grigoris Deoudis

“The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“When you looked out my window you could see the whole city crouched under a blanket of car smog.”
― Markus Zusak, Underdog

“Sunset Room

The evening slowly ambered and the sun got cold yet fervent. There was emptiness without any sign of human activity. Room was filled with sun rays relaxing on the sofas, mashing and peeking through the glass window. Everything was depicting the
the absence of life yet illuminating by the warmth.”
― iqra iqbal

“At night a bird perched on my window
and chirped. Roaming rims of night
tides surge and cascade, plummet.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“The sunshine coming through your window isn’t a thief, but a special guest.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“blue reflects from the sky
below a sculpt of a woman

holding a tendril
from the window
(at 18 Rue Véron)”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“blue reflects from the sky
below a sculpt of a woman

holding a tendril
from the window
(at 18 Rue Véron)”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“The biggest window in the world is your mind, and the capacity of your mind depends on how much of your window is curtained and how much is uncurtained! The brightest mind is of course the mind that has no curtains!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“We never tire to move on
Even if the world falls. The sky is falling right in front of my window.
Everything begins and ends right here.
A point.”
― Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection

“Our reflection in the window isn’t clear. It’s messy and muddled, but it’s perfect.”
― Catrina Bell, Beastly & Bookish

“The loft looked different in the daylight. The cushions against the window seat were a bright mango, the hand-embroidered pillows stitched with the same color in blossoming wildflowers. The artisan had painted floral designs on the dresser, on the wardrobe, and around the floor-length mirror. Outside, the rain had given way to verdant foliage and strong redbrick buildings, interspersed with colorful colonial row houses and Victorian homes.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story