My Window Quotes

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

Rabindranath Tagore

#2. It's the change of rhythm which I think is what keeps me alive. In Spain I hear so much noise from my window that can't stand it. In Switzerland it's the lack of noise that drives me crazy.

Geraldine Chaplin

#3. I did. I did see Bigfoot when I was a kid and I still believe it to this day. I saw a big furry man outside my window. It's not funny! It was real.

Barry Watson

#4. Today, love came knocking at my window. To share with dad such a confusing, yet wonderful occasion would be great. Still, I keep this to myself. Who knows? In the future maybe dad and I can share more than silence but not until dad allows love to knock for me at the front door.

Anthony Paull

#5. My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window

Katja Millay

#6. At 50 I find there is a long line of characters and shapes demanding words just outside my window.

Carlos Fuentes

#7. But Nature too, shakes off her sleep today; By May's mild sun we see reviv'd her frame, Around my window Venus' birds proclaim, The month most cherish'd backwards bends his way!

Alphonse De Lamartine

#8. The wind is singing outside my window but it's high-pitched and off-key and I don't have the heart to tell it to stop.

Tahereh Mafi

#9. I think it's great that they can come in and suck us dry. Remind me to leave my window unlatched tonight. Day. Night. Whatever. Cone steal my soul, you worthless bastards. I'm open like a twenty-four-hour blood diner donor. (Dev)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#10. Growing up, I used to climb out my window onto the roof and look up at the stars. There, in the quiet, I would write stories inside my head.

Christy Hall

#11. I can see myself as a very old man in a terrific wheelchair. Only, I won't be photographing the tree outside my window, the way Steichen did. I'll be photographing other old people.

Richard Avedon

#12. I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.

Rabindranath Tagore

#13. That night,I lay on my side,staring out the window into the invisible world outside.I kept trying to fall asleep,but then my eyes would dart open,just to check.I couldn't help but hope that Margo Roth Spiegelman would return to my window and drag my tired ass through one more night I'd never forget.

John Green

#14. I expected no miracles; I wasn't young enough for dreams; I knew in my bones that I couldn't escape my troubles by changing the view from my window.

Steven Millhauser

#15. You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either you're some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?

Kami Garcia

#16. Houston, Apollo 11 ... I've got the world in my window.

NASA

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

Jean Rhys

#18. I'm a Sagittarian, see, I can't be fenced in. I been living in Las Vegas, greatest city in the world. I look out my window for 100 miles. In Vegas, there's nothing to do but gamble, drink or have sex. I have two of 'em.

Redd Foxx

#19. It was raining heavily outside my window, April showers, keeping the current Michigan spring gloom at bay.

Justin Bog

#20. Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harden my heart against him.

Margaret Peterson Haddix

#21. Once in a thousand years the sea/ smothers the moon at my window/ opens a gate in my heart:

Jo Graham

#22. In the snow outside my window I see a small green frog, one eye blinking and the other wide open, unmoving, looking at me . I know this is God.

Gao Xingjian

#23. A mandarin fell in love with a courtesan. 'I shall be yours,' she told him, 'when you have spent a hundred nights waiting for me, sitting on a stool, in my garden, beneath my window.' But on the ninety-ninth night, the mandarin stood up, put his stool under his arm, and went away.

Roland Barthes

#24. When you looked out my window you could see the whole city crouched under a blanket of car smog.

Markus Zusak

#25. Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again Unless ... Summer's ardent rustling Is like a festival outside my window.

Anna Akhmatova

#26. Before I came to New York, I only had a few pictures of the city in my mind. And you know 'That Girl?' Marlo Thomas jumping with her hat? I always loved that, and I wondered what that double street she crosses is. And it's Park Avenue! And that's what I can see out my window.

Kate Spade

#27. The first time I ever experienced happiness was when I had been lying in bed one night, staring out my window at the stars shining harmoniously.

Jessica Sorensen

#28. You have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window! ...

John Geddes

#29. And the world around me was nothing if not an infinity of distractions: cute girls, novels and comic books, my budding record collection, neighborhood boys whistling from the playground under my window, beckoning me to a soccer game.

Aleksandar Hemon

#30. My window fogs and this makes me feel like there is no world outside of the car.

Augusten Burroughs

#31. Do I really believe that my work is crucial to the planet's survival? Of course not. But it's as important to me as catching that mouse is to the hawk circling outside my window. He's hungry. He needs a kill. So do I.

Steven Pressfield

#32. A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

Walt Whitman

#33. I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?"
"My ladder's at home.

Elizabeth Scott

#34. Oh you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
I got a real gal I'm lovin'
And Lord I'll love her till I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window too
Right now

Bob Dylan

#35. Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Carl Sandburg

#36. The end for us came with a knock on my window.

Liz Thebart

#37. The first time I'd ever felt happy-and I mean ever-was when I'd been lying in my bed, staring out my window, watching the stars shine harmoniosly with one another.

Jessica Sorensen

#38. The people I see from my window. In the huts, in the distance. They're all dressed the same.' 'Ah, those people,' said Father, nodding his head and smiling slightly. 'Those people ... well, they're not people at all, Bruno.' Bruno frowned. 'They're not?' he asked, unsure what Father meant by that.

John Boyne

#39. At my place I can really tell when winter has come.. It's when sunlight is pathetically crawling in my courtyard, incapable of reaching my window anymore.

Boulet

#40. Outside my window, the British public traded crack, slept with itself for money, and fought drunken battles it couldn't remember in the morning.

Hugh Laurie

#41. ..When I walk across my living room from my chimney to my window, it takes me 10 seconds, but for a bird it takes one second, and for oxygen zero seconds!

Jean-Claude Van Damme

#42. The great black bird broods outside my window in the high dark night waiting to enfold me when I leave the house tomorrow only I'm going to dodge it successfully by sheer animalism and ability and even exhilaration, so goodnight

Jack Kerouac

#43. A man in a green truck lays on his horn to my left, as if noise will magically part the congested freeway. I hold back the urge to roll down my window and remind him that he's not Moses and magic does not exist.

Krista Ritchie

#44. Smuggling poems out of prison in the soles of mt shoes i'm way past finding salvation in the arms of a woman, I look out my window and see burning flowers and starving armies but when I look up into the night sky I see the souls of dead heroes

Raegan Butcher

#45. I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind's knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I've placed the eyeless head of all my desires.

Federico Garcia Lorca

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

Robert Rauschenberg

#47. The only calendar I need is just outside my window. With eyes to see and ears to hear, nature keeps me posted.

Alfred Armand Montapert

#48. I had to close the door on our friendship, because he kept climbing in through my window.

Jarod Kintz

#49. I must spin good ghosts out of my hope to oppose the hordes at my window. If those who look in see me condescend to barricade the door, they will know too much and crowd in to overcome me.

Elizabeth Smart

#50. I want to keep sleeping, but the sun outside my window has other ideas: First blind her. Then jab her eyeballs with scorching-hot daggers.

Natasha Friend

#51. 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.

Robert Frost

#52. Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.

Liv Tyler

#53. Wind as old as Rome outside my window, inky fleece clouds against charcoal crushed velvet skies, fall feels soulful, like a LaBelle octave.

Brandi L. Bates

#54. You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident," Butch said.
Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. "You broke my window."
"Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it."
"Twice."
"Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen.

J.R. Ward

#55. I think I missed my window."
"What window?"
"My get-a-life window. I think I was supposed to figure all this stuff out somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-six, and now it's too late.

Rainbow Rowell

#56. My house borders horse farms, and I can look out my window and see the horses and the new colts. It's really peaceful.

Queen Latifah

#57. Books were my window on the world. Growing up at the Elephant and Castle, which was very rough, my paradise was the library.

Michael Caine

#58. 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

#59. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

Rabindranath Tagore

#60. wished that I could also find "no better occupation than to look down into the garden" beneath my window,

Anonymous

#61. When a bird crapped on my window, he called 911.

Lee Goldberg

#62. I imagine the world from my window ... Traveling, I think it's a nightmare today. The airports and things the people in the street with the selfies ... I like to stay at home and read.

Karl Lagerfeld

#63. The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#64. I watched us without interest, heard us only faintly, like strangers below my window.

Olivia Sudjic

#65. Writing has been my window-flung wide open to this magnificent, chaotic existence-my way of interpreting everything within my grasp.

Dani Shapiro

#66. Out my window.. I see everything I dream about and wished I had

Kevin Gates

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

Rabindranath Tagore

#68. He'll never compose whole odes to my beauty and grace. He'll never show up with a boom box to reenact Say Anything outside my window. He'll never drive over at three a.m. because I'm sick and can't sleep and just want to feel his arms around me.

Abby McDonald

#69. Every single day the world seems like it is on the brink of falling apart. But then I look outside my window, and things look about the same as they did a week ago. It's almost a form of cognitive dissonance.

Moby

#70. Enormous and solid but swaying, beaten by the wind but chained, murmur of a million leaves against my window. Riot of trees, surge of dark green sounds. The grove, suddenly still, is a web of fronds and branches.

Octavio Paz

#71. Oh my beloved life, wait a bit at my window, go slowly, and let me enjoy it to the fullest.

Debasish Mridha

#72. In a pine tree,/ A few yards from my window sill,/ A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and/ down./ On a branch./ I laugh, as I see him abandon himself/ To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do/ That the branch will not break.

James Wright

#73. I am the passenger, I stay under glass. I look through my window so bright, I see the stars come out tonight. I see the bright and hollow sky, over the city's ripped backsides and everything looks good tonight.

Iggy Pop

#74. The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for the good it did me. The

Sylvia Plath

#75. Ressurection of the little apple tree outside
my window, leaf-
light of late
in the April
called her eyes, forget
forget
but how
How does one go
about dying?
Who on earth
is going to teach me
The world is filled with people
who have never died

Franz Wright

#76. But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.

Billy Collins

#77. Outside my window, truckers trucked, hookers fucked, cops cruised, kids smoked, elders yelled, invalids slept, spouses fought, lovers kissed, while I watched a pussycat playing with stars in a black room.

Jardine Libaire

#78. And now, at dusk, outside my window, the trees shake their heads like disco dancers in the strobe lights of nightlife long ago.

Martin Amis

#79. I don't think you lose anything by hallucinating. It's cheaper than airfare, the destinations more interesting, and I'd rather have a mutant squid on my window than the State Department trying to do foreign affairs.

Fred Reed

#80. You see, I don't draw from life at all, but I do look out of my window a lot.

Quentin Blake

#81. Originally, I wanted to do humanitarian work. I actually feel that getting into acting, which fate has led me to, is my window and path into humanitarian work. I always said I want to do something important. And I feel this work is what's helping me get there.

Evangeline Lilly

#82. I scarcely remember counting upon happiness - I look not for it if it be not in the present hour - nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel.

John Keats

#83. Yesterday people were going past my window in t shirts and dresses. But that's the men at the BBC for you.

Eddie Mair

#84. What's important is the time we spent working on it together. What's important is that Sam is the kind of guy who will trade notes on a sketchpad and teach me how to make tuna melts and drop everything to drive to a parking lot
when I need him and throw stones at my window to make sure I'm okay.

Hannah Harrington

#85. Without going out of my door, I can know all things on earth. Without looking out of my window I could know the ways of heaven. The farther one travels, The less one knows, the less one really knows.

George Harrison

#86. Not even by colourfully painting my window can I block out the noise of the life outside, which doesn't know I'm observing it.

Anonymous

#87. I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists ...

John Geddes

#88. All the time, I looked out our lattice window. I watched the birds fly by. I followed the clouds on their travels. I studied the moon as it grew larger, then shrank. So much happened outside my window that I almost forgot what was happening inside that room.

Lisa See

#89. Tell me what has happened in this week that you've been absent from my window.

Anne Mallory

#90. I was afraid of small spaces and I was afraid of the tree outside my window, and I had all these phobias. I think many kids have those phobias, but I probably had more than most.

Steven Spielberg

#91. promised minute to return to my window, but not much more.

John Green

#92. If I make my window ten days for stand-up, the conclusion is that I failed and that I'm not good at stand-up. If I make it ten years - if I just wait - the conclusion might be something totally different. I think it's so cool to do things in which you discover the malleability of your own mind.

Demetri Martin

#93. 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

#94. When I was a teenager, black pride became newly popular again. Suddenly a lot of black people were wearing the fake kente cloth and red black and green and Bob Marley. That was sort of my window into finding my own identity as a black person.

W. Kamau Bell

#95. My love lives outside my window
Clouds burst to give water
So her love can grow
My love smiles to me each morning
Says she'll never leave me
And I know it's so

Stevie Wonder

#96. I wish for my child to have a mind as stark and wild as the winter, a spirit as clear and fine as my window, and a heart as red and open as my wounded hand.

Catherynne M Valente

#97. Stray birds of the summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
O TROUPE of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words ...

Rabindranath Tagore

#98. My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.

Bob Dylan

#99. Damn Speakers! I always forget about her sneaky little spies. The image of a little voyeur squirrel hanging around outside my window and then running to Jenna to report any indiscretions on my part was absolutely horrifying.

D.T. Dyllin

#100. I look out my window at the blue sky,
The white clouds,
and the green leaves of the Rustling trees,
And I realize i'm already in Heaven

Michelle Geaney