Window View Quotes

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

On my first flight, I don't know if maybe it's a function of time, or if I was less stressed on my second flight, but just being able to tell what part of the planet we were flying over by the reflected light coming through the window - that was pretty special.

I'm just a landscape painter. I look out the window and I see what's going on, and I paint it. While I'm painting it, I also write thoughts about what I see going on out there.

I want my paintings to look like what's going on outside my window rather than what's inside my studio.

Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.

At the end of the first Halloween, when I shot 6 bullets into Michael Myers, John Carpenter said, Let's get a shot of you looking out of the window and seeing no one lying there.

Summer is always best through a window.

I read while the kids play. I can see them from the kitchen window. And I'm a fast reader.

My favorite journey is looking out the window.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

When I was living in Jerusalem, I used to write in a coffee shop called Tmol Shilshom. I'd sit at the same table every day and work. And right next to my seat was a weathered wingback chair by a window.

Are the angels of her bed the angels who come near me alone in mine? Are the green trees in her window the color is see in ripe plums? If she always sees backward and upside down without knowing it what chance do we have? I am haunted by the feeling that she is saying melting lords of death, avalanches, rivers and moments of passing through, And I am replying, "Yes, yes. Shoes and pudding.

She stood at the window, her arms spread wide, holding on to each side of the frame, it was as if she held a piece of the city.

My childhood bedroom - if childhood could be about ten years old - had a bed which was under windows which faced north. At about age 10, I started watching the stars just move through the night.

I was never a lonely child who sat looking at the rain sliding down the window.

The views of the Earth are really beautiful. If you've ever seen a space IMAX movie, that's really what it looks like. I wish I'd had more time just to sit and look out the window with a map, but our science program kept us very busy in the lab most of the time.

All you can see, if you look through the window - everything you see is a fulfillment of dreams, different dreams.

The sky outside the window was changing rapidly from deep, velvety blue to cold, steely gray and then, slowly, to pink shot with gold.

The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

God, I love daydreaming out plane windows.

I actually cannot stand a room without a view - I would rather have a bedroom the size of a closet with a view over a suite without one.

It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves. And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.

When I wake up in the morning, the first things that I see are the clouds. They're right there. I look out my window now and there's always, always a black bird of some sort on the ledge there. Usually I wake up and look at the birds.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth