Quotes About Window Seat

#1. Jaenelle leaned over the narrow window seat, gulping in the winter air. "It hurts so much to live here, Daemon," she whimpered as he cradled her in his arms. "Sometimes it hurts so much."
"Shh." He stroked her hair. "Shh.

Anne Bishop

#2. The chamber-maid had left no ******* *** under the bed: - Cannot you contrive, master, quoth Susannah, lifting up the sash with one hand, as she spoke, and helping me up into the window seat with the other, - cannot you manage, my dear, for a single time to **** *** ** *** ******?

Laurence Sterne

#3. When I still lived in Manhattan, people-watching was my hobby, and I spent many Sunday afternoons eating up the scene from a window seat at a Starbucks on Broadway.

Susan Orlean

#4. I would like a window seat," I said, imagining the stars streaming by.

Ken Liu

#5. It had been quiet in Estha's head until Rahel came. But with her she had brought the sound of passing trains, and the light and shade and light and shade that falls on you if you have a window seat

Arundhati Roy

#6. the wicked woman's son was evidently making love to the girl. Both were standing by the old window-seat,

J. Sheridan Le Fanu

#7. On the day the Grisha Examiners came, the boy and the girl were perched in the window seat of a dusty upstairs bedroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mail coach. Instead, they saw a sleigh, a troika pulled by three black horses, pass through the white stone gates onto the estate.

Leigh Bardugo

#8. He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

George R R Martin

#9. I'm just trying to get a window seat on the way to Hell.

Willam Belli

#10. Lady Eleanor sat at the window seat of her chambers, gently stroking her son's head in her lap.

Jeff Wheeler

#11. 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

#12. There can be few places more conducive to the quiet, solitary contemplation of melancholy thoughts than a window-seat; and if beyond the window-panes there is a steely vignette of November murk and withered twigs, so much the better.

Jude Morgan

#13. Sometimes life is much like a window seat on the wing...little turbulence but no guarantees.

Will Leamon

#14. The pain of living and the drug of dreams
curl up the small soul in the window seat.

T. S. Eliot

#15. She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

George R R Martin

#16. She had always been this way: interested-quite unnecessarily, some would say-in the secrets of strangers. When flying, she always chose a window seat so that when the plane took off or landed, she could look down on the tiny houses and imagine the lives of the people who inhabited them.

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

#17. King Cygnus dozed in his chair, and a dark shadow curled up in the window seat. That dark shadow happened to have a name, which happened to be Darcy; but nobody really notices dark shadows, even named ones. They have a habit of lurking about. People learn to ignore them after a while.

Emma Clifton

#18. For if we think of this existence of the individual as a larger or smaller room, it becomes clear that most people get to know only one corner of their room, a window seat, a strip of floor which they pace up and down.

Rainer Maria Rilke

#19. Hazel Motes sat at a forward angel on the green plush train seat, looking one minute at the window as if he might want to jump out of it, and the next down the aisle at the other end of the car.

Flannery O'Connor

#20. A travel agent had someone ask for an aisle seat so that their hair wouldn't get messed up by being near the window.

David Loman

#21. Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#22. I went at one stage to turn on the radio, but he glared
at me so ferociously that I hurriedly lean't back in my
seat and looked out the window instead.
- heller 1

J.D. Nixon

#23. I just inherited a ghost dog. Duke was in the back seat, his head hanging out the window.

Deanna Chase

#24. She waved through the dirty window from her seat as the train started up. I did not do the ape act. I stood there and did the human act as well as possible.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#25. I take my old seat by the window and start rapidly boozing. The lights change colors in ways that suggest I'm going too fast, and that is the speed I want to go.

Alissa Nutting

#26. A sparrow lay dead on the backseat. She had found her way through a hole in the windscreen, tempted by some seat-sponge for her nest. She never found her way out. No one noticed her panicked car-window appeals. She died on the backseat, with her legs in the air. Like a joke.

Arundhati Roy

#27. When the space shuttle's engines cut off, and you're finally in space, in orbit, weightless ... I remember unstrapping from my seat, floating over to the window, and that's when I got my first view of Earth. Just a spectacular view, and a chance to see our planet as a planet.

Sally Ride

#28. Throw that dreary man Cicero out of the window, and request the divine Virgil (with the utmost love and respect) to take a seat along with his fellow-Augustans and the First Consul, until your pupils are ready to be ushered into the presence.

Dorothy L. Sayers

#29. Bad writing is not easier than good writing. It's just as hard to make a toilet seat as it is a castle window. Only the view is different.

Ben Hecht

#30. My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky;
It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by;
For every night at tea-time and before you take your seat,
With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.

Robert Louis Stevenson

#31. In his heart he knows first isn't touching a door knob, or getting to sit in the front row seat by the window, or making it up to the road before everybody else. First is something deep down inside you that you know and feel and nobody can take away from you

Phoebe Stone

#32. In a blur of white satin and lace, Louisa Marie Honeycutt dove into the waiting limousine, slid across the expansive leather seat, then with a furtive look out the tinted window,

Rhonda Nelson

#33. 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