Top 100 Light Window Quotes
#1. I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...
John Geddes
#2. 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.
Marcel Proust
#3. She remembered the summer evenings all full of sunshine. The colts neighed when any one passed by, and galloped, galloped. Under her window there was a beehive, and sometimes the bees wheeling round in the light struck against her window like rebounding balls of gold.
Gustave Flaubert
#4. Oftentimes the quality of the light tells the story: the time of day, the weather, whether sun is streaming through the window. It can also help you appreciate what the actor is feeling, what the playwright wants you to feel. Any engineer can put a spot on someone.
Jules Fisher
#5. Oh Blimey O'Reilly's pantyhose...what is the point of Shakespeare? I know he is a genius and so on, but he does rave on.
What light doth through yonder window break?
It's the bloody moon, for God's sake, Will, get a grip!!
Louise Rennison
#6. The sun,
the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man
burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.
Charles Dickens
#7. We carry our house plants from one window to another to give them the proper heat, light, and moisture. Should we not be at least as careful of ourselves?
William George Jordan
#8. What if this is all that I am? Chaos and shadows. Confused memories desperately seeking out the light. What if all the bits of me that meant something good are still trapped in that mangled car? What if I was able to crawl through that window, but I never really got out? "It
Autumn Doughton
#9. I love to be alone with life. I love to study simple things: the light as it filters in a window; the music of a room full of people chatting; a horizon.
Jewel
#10. SMILE! In every language, in every culture - it is the light in your window that tells people there's a caring, sharing individual inside and it's the universal code for "I'm O. K. - You're O. K., too!"
Denis Waitley
#11. The luminescent flow of a sunbathed garden - illuminating the shifting colors of its inhabitants - echoed in my memory as I opened the antique bookstore door in the shaft of window light.
The books, like the flowers of the garden, awaited me with the thrill of a new mystery.
Gina Marinello-Sweeney
#12. Gray fall light came through the nine square glass panes. On days like this, the strips of white wood that separated the glass seemed brighter to the eye than did the window light.
Graham Moore
#13. Night from a railroad car window
is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.
Carl Sandburg
#14. Look at this window: it is nothing but a hole in the wall, but because of it the whole room is full of light. So when the faculties are empty, the heart is full of light.
Zhuangzi
#15. That's how it is sometimes
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you're just too tired to open it.
Dorianne Laux
#16. Scuse me, lady, but I'm Wisp, 'cause that's all I am, a wisp of a thing, not much good for changing a thing in the world, said the boy for when he stepped inside, the light from the grimy window gave her a good view of his anxious, pointed little face.
Anne McCaffrey
#17. She couldn't see him, but his voice was like light through a stained-glass window in a cathedral.
Graham Joyce
#18. At the door he turned and looked back. She stood, facing away from him, the sunlight from the window enshrouding her in an unmerited halo of gold. Perhaps, he thought, that was how God saw all His children. Selfish and fallen, yes. But in the forgiving light of His Son, each wore an unmerited halo
Julie Klassen
#19. The light works," he said, indicating the window, "the gravity works," he said, dropping a pencil on the floor. "Anything else we have to take our chances with.
Douglas Adams
#20. In thinking back to when we had our big glitch, I remember seeing it get light outside the window. We were in the clouds; I'm pretty sure we got hit by lightning.
Pete Conrad
#21. When you have a brilliant sun, which is a source of vision, the light from the sun shines through every window of the house, and the brightness of its light inspires you to open all the curtains. In the vision of the Great Eastern Sun, no human being is a lost cause.
Chogyam Trungpa
#22. It is the color which love wears, and cheerfulness, and joy
these three. It is the light in the window of the face by which the heart signifies to father, husband, or friend that it is at home and waiting.
Henry Ward Beecher
#23. writing those lines in his small kitchen, the light wet on the oilskin tablecloth, the night close against the window.
Helen Macdonald
#24. The room was one of her favorites, decorated entirely in dark green and white, with white doors and window embrasures, directing one's eye toward the light. The furniture was warm, dark rosewood, upholstered in cream brocade, and there was a bowl of white chrysanthemums on the table.
Anne Perry
#25. This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And down the wet steps by gorse stumps and rusty heather to the high water mark and diving pool. Where the seaweeds rise and fall at night in Balscaddoon Bay.
J.P. Donleavy
#26. The child probably overheard their voices; for, looking up to the window, with a bright, but naughty smile of mirth and intelligence, she threw one of the prickly burrs at the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale. The sensitive clergyman shrunk, with nervous dread, from the light missile.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
#27. 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
#28. Kolya threw his shoes under the bed and went to the window. There was a full moon, light green and ugly, in the sky. It seemed to be hiding behind the treetops, spying. Its light was soft and lifeless, and its rays were tremulous and mesmerizing, as they penetrated through the branches ...
Fyodor Sologub
#29. Why didn't I just throw my money out of the window - and light it on fire?
Peter Cohan
#30. For excellent health and a good skin color, I recommend that people sit next to a shady ultraviolet transmitting window when indoors.
Steven Magee
#31. The light died on the window-sill as the last survivor of a charge dies on the enemy parapet, murdered but glorious.
Josephine Tey
#32. While reading 'David Copperfield' in the middle of the night - probably because of the light, I had insomnia for the first time - I looked out of the window and thought, 'If this is what books can do, this is what I want to do.'
Siri Hustvedt
#33. He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.
Henry James
#34. Prayer is the window that God has placed in the walls of our world. Leave it shut and the world is a cold, dark house. But throw back the curtains and see His light. Open the window and hear His voice. Open the window of prayer and invoke the presence of God in your world.
Max Lucado
#35. She wanted to be his candle, to light the darkness in his soul, to burn in the window and show him the way home. She wanted to be his rain, a sweet storm of the senses. She wanted to be his warmth, a solace for his soul.
Alison Kent
#36. The tinkle of a wind chime stirred from over a window. Purple and white phlox cascaded cheerfully over the top of a nearby stone wall. Sunlight sifted through the weave of her straw hat, casting freckles of light on her nose and cheeks that shifted, out of focus, as she walked.
Caragh M. O'Brien
#37. I know someone who has never been able to read _The Cuckoo Clock_ since leaving her girlhood home, because it had to be read sitting halfway up the stairs, where the light through a stained-glass landing window fell on it, staining the pages red and blue and green.
Rosemary Sutcliff
#38. Declan, get your ass out of bed!
A light flicked on and Declan stumbled into view through the open window. He looked to be only half awake and was missing his shirt.
Alex, on the other hand, was not missing that shirt in the slightest.
Jena Leigh
#39. Tell about the quality of light coming in through your window. Jump in and write. Don't worry if it is night and your curtains are closed or you would rather write about the light up north - just write. Go for ten minutes, fifteen, a half hour.
Natalie Goldberg
#40. The window is the absence of the wall, and it gives air and light because it is empty. Be empty of all mental content, of all imagination and effort, and the very absence of obstacles will cause reality to rush in.
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
#41. It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.
Haruki Murakami
#42. He sat by a gray window in the gray light in an abandoned house in the late afternoon and read old newspapers while the boy slept. The curious news. The quaint concerns.
Cormac McCarthy
#43. There are no rules.
Love.
Survival.
Truth.
Freedom.
I write my words. I savor them. They have taste and strength and memory and rhythm.
Outside my window, I see the morning star. And I watch it until it winks out in the light of dawn.
Katherine Longshore
#44. The light is only as clear as the window through which it shines.
Gwilda Wiyaka
#45. I entered my room, and undrew the window-curtains, just in time to see the sun burst in glory from his ocean-prison, and clothe the world in the light of a new day.
Lewis Carroll
#46. I sat down, turning the pages of my notebook in search of a blank page, in the dim light of my room. The arrival of nightfall had invited leafy shadows to play hide and seek in the glass reflection of the window. I smiled as one of these mischievous shadows crept across the page in a midnight dance.
Gina Marinello-Sweeney
#47. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No furniture, no light fittings, no carpet, no bodies. Not a single body. Nothing but the million ducks, the three million ducklings and a window.
Nicky Singer
#48. This evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness ...
Ted Kooser
#49. I know you exist not just because your eyes fly
and give light to things like an open window
Pablo Neruda
#50. More than once, the broken moon would cast through the window a silver light and remind me of independent events yielding to their own momentum and interacting under natural laws while my mind would impose happiness, grief, beauty, ruin, justice and chaos.
Leonard Seet
#51. Light
jumping out of window
is staring the dark
from afar.
Suman Pokhrel
#52. I stand at a window, looking out at a dark world streaked
with light. And I see what you see,
my eyes filled with a constant threat of tears,
at all the desolate beauty in the world.
Kim Culbertson
#53. When I came to New York and I opened the window of the thirty-fifth-floor apartment, there's light pollution and fog, and I couldn't see my star. So I drew it on my wrist with a pen, but it kept washing away. Then I went to a tattoo parlor on Second Avenue and had it done.
Gisele Bundchen
#54. Because now there's time enough not to hurry, to light the lamp and open the window to the moon and take a moment to dream of a great and broken city, because when the day starts its business I'll have to stop, these are night-time tales that vanish in the sunlight like vampire dust
Jeet Thayil
#55. She watches him for hours. She wants to be the sheets that cover his toes. She wants to be the ceiling separating him from the sky: above him, the first thing he sees before and after dreams. She wants to be the open window letting in the light for him.
Natalia Jaster
#57. Their cold blue light shone through the silver curtains of river mist as streetlamps might glimmer through a smoke-grimed window
Scott Lynch
#58. Dirck bolted to his feet and peered out the window. It wasn't a storm. It was worse. An armored transport had stopped outside. Seven commandos, maybe more, stepped from its confines, each in shielded yellow armor, hostile in Zinni's searing light.
Marcha A. Fox
#59. Oh Paris
From red to green all the yellow dies away
Paris Vancouver Hyeres Maintenon New York and the Antilles
The window opens like an orange
The beautiful fruit of light
("Windows")
Guillaume Apollinaire
#60. He opened a window in my heart, and the light of the world shined in.
David Letterman
#61. The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence with the cyclical explosion of nocturnal waves, distant memories of sleepwalking storms and the shipwrecks of dream.
Alessandro Baricco
#62. Out the window in the distance, contradicting the prairie, a mirage of downtown Chicago ascended to a kind of lurid acropolis, its light as if from nightly immolation warped to the red end of the spectrum, smoldering as if always just about to explode into open flames.
Thomas Pynchon
#63. The uncle lit up and blew smoke in a thin blue viper's breath toward the window. It coiled and diffused in the yellow light. He smiled. I'd like to have a dollar for every time I quit, he said.
Cormac McCarthy
#64. I call it God Light, because it reminds me of heaven. Every time the light shines through the window we built or any window at all, you'll know I'm right there with you, okay? That's going to be me. I'll be the light in the window.
Nicholas Sparks
#65. My job, as I see it, is to give you a window into another world and another story, and then to be as graceful as I can so that you don't feel my work or the editor's work or the lens or the light or anything.
Victor Levin
#66. Calmly in the precious present, be a light for love and wisdom in the window on your world.
Kevin Flynn
#67. the memorial stained-glass window dedicated to the King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, on whose side God had been in two world wars, though this hadn't prevented them suffering heavy casualties.
David Nobbs
#68. In our absence, the violet early evening light pours in the bay window, filling the still room like water poured into a glass. The glass is delicate. The thin, tight surface of the liquid light trembles. But it does not break. Time does not pass. Not yet.
Marya Hornbacher
#69. The window of the soul cleansed perfectly and made completely transparent by the divine light
John Of The Cross
#70. The sky is the color of gray flannel, the darkness broken only by the dormer window of another early riser. The woman who lives in that attic painted her walls yellow, and the reflected light bounces out like a spring crocus. If light were sound, her window would be playing a concerto.
Eloisa James
#71. How does light enter a house? If the windows are open. How does light enter a human? If the door of love is open.
Paulo Coelho
#72. She looked out the window; in her eyes was the light that you see only in children arriving at a new place, or in young people still open to new influences, still curious about the world because they have not yet been scarred by life.
Orhan Pamuk
#73. There'll always be Christmas as long as a light
Glows in the window to guide folks at night,
As long as a star in the heavens above,
Keeps shining down ... there'll be Christmas and love.
Edna Jaques
#74. This couldn't be just a lake. No real water was ever blue like that. A light breeze stirred the pin-cherry tree beside the window, ruffled the feathers of a fat sea gull promenading on the pink rocks below. The breeze was full of evergreen spice.
Dorothy Maywood Bird
#75. Mary became the window of heaven, for God through her poured the True Light upon the world; the
John Henry Newman
#76. Looking towards the open window, I saw light wreaths from Joe's pipe floating there, and I fancied it was like a blessing from Joe, - not obtruded on me or paraded before me, but pervading the air we shared together. I put
Charles Dickens
#77. Without opening your door, you can open your heart to the world. Without looking out your window, you can see the essence of the Tao. The more you know, the less you understand. The Master arrives without leaving, sees the light without looking, achieves without doing a thing.
Laozi
#78. The hedges and driveways were black and silent, but he imagined the silhouette of a jacket hood could move into view at any time, skimming past the light of a window like a shark's fin.
Teresa Flavin
#79. The ignorant is a house without windows; the intellectual is a window without house! One lives without light; other lives in too much light!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#80. The dirty red light was flashing. Over and over through the window. SEX! LIVE! SEX! LIVE! She was only eight, but her mind was quick. She wondered if people would pay to see dead sex.
J.D. Robb
#81. She sat at the window of the train, her head thrown back, one leg stretched across to the empty seat before her. The window frame trembled with the speed of the motion, the pane hung over empty darkness, and dots of light slashed across the glass as luminous streaks, once in a while.
Ayn Rand
#82. NOW the final copper light of afternoon fades; now the street beyond the low maples and the low signboard is prepared and empty, framed by the study window like a stage.
William Faulkner
#83. Every morning is a big, bright, window that opens just for you to fill your life with the light of joy.
Debasish Mridha
#84. Looking from the window at the fantastic light and colour of my glittering fairy-world of fact that holds no tenderness, no quietude, I long suddenly for peace, for understanding.
Daphne Du Maurier
#85. For many minutes before she showed herself, he felt her moving around the place. He detected her presence as unmistakably as he would have sensed the shape of someone blocking the light through a window, even with his eyes closed.
Denis Johnson
#87. She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.
Laurie Lee
#88. Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.
Sylvia Plath
#89. Preferably, the window should be north facing, as this will give you the most light and the most even light at any given time of day.
James Carren
#90. The night lifted, leaving behind it a grayish light the color of stagnant water. Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in mid-air, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. The face was my own.
Elie Wiesel
#91. Mary awoke from her nightmare with a pounding heart, convinced that she had only imagined Elizabeth's cruel plot. A full moon was shining into her chamber, illuminating everything around her in silvery light. That was when she noticed for the first time that there were bars on her window.
Margaret George
#92. He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through.
Glenda Millard
#93. When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
Matthew Quick
#94. I hope there's a window that opens in American television where the rest of the world is viewed in a less censored light. There is something about the world outside the United States that is not understood here - that seems threatening to Americans.
Rula Jebreal
#95. by a change of scene. The master told me to light a fire in the many-weeks' deserted parlour, and to set an easy-chair in the sunshine by the window; and then he brought her down, and she sat a long while enjoying the genial heat, and, as we expected, revived
Emily Bronte
#96. Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight: Blind moths against the wires of window screens.
Anything. Anything for a fix of light.
X. J. Kennedy, "Street Moths," The Lords of Misrule
X.J. Kennedy
#97. A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.
Denis Waitley
#98. The light outside seemed to be surging up against the window seeping through, and smearing the faces of the people facing it with a coat of yellow oil.
Albert Camus
#99. Light enters through the window and opacity is vanished!" exclaimed the alien.
Alan Dean Foster
#100. The rain picks up outside. It hits and slams against the window, but I think it sounds like music
a light mix of tambourine and cymbals. The wind sounds like a guitar, all low, melancholy notes. Thunder takes the drums. I'm quiet as I listen to the song.
Katie Kacvinsky
