Window She Quotes

#1. If we throw mother nature out the window, she comes back in the door with a pitchfork.

Masanobu Fukuoka

#2. She always saw through him, as if he were just another window. She always felt that she knew everything about him that could be known. Not that he was simple, but that he was knowable, like a list of errands, like an encyclopedia.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#3. Nope. Too Much," Marin said, and tossed the little man out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine.

Tracey Clark

#4. This Scarlet ... you're in love with her, aren't you?" He froze, becoming stone still. As the hover climbed the hill to the palace, his shoulders sank, and he returned his gaze to the window. "She's my alpha,

Marissa Meyer

#5. Sometimes, when you walk by the home
of the girl you love, you can see her standing by the window ... She waves at you, and you wave back ... But it's her grandmother ...

Charles M. Schulz

#6. Katie let the curtain fall back into place. Standing before the window, she felt herself let go of the old world and embrace the new. She would survive this. She would go on. That was all there was to it. She wouldn't give up without a fight. She would do whatever it took to survive.

Rhiannon Frater

#7. In summer darkness, stars in her south-facing window, she makes - or accepts - a decision in her heart. There is fear again with it, and sorrow, but also a kind of easing of disquiet and distress, which is what acceptance is said to bring, is it not?

Guy Gavriel Kay

#8. The throw truck driver and car-lot owner stood there, peering at us. Hier voice came through, muffled by the glass. 'You find what you're looking for?'
Grace reached across and rolled down the window. She was talking to him but looking at me, gaze intense, when she said, 'Absolutely.

Maggie Stiefvater

#9. And with that, Kat closed her eyes. She didn't see the first flakes of snow fall outside her window. She didn't feel Hale cover her with a blanket. She was already fast asleep.

Ally Carter

#10. Maria was not permitted to walk in the garden; but sometimes, from her window, she turned her eyes from the gloomy walls, in which she pined life away, on the poor wretches who strayed along the walks, and contemplated the most terrific of ruins - that of a human soul.

Mary Wollstonecraft

#11. Staring at the plaster death figures in the museum window, she wondered what they had been thinking as they curled up to die in the ashes. Probably not: Well, we're Romans! We shouldn't complain!

Rick Riordan

#12. Her daughters were eagerly called to partake of her joy. Jane resolutely kept her place at the table; but Elizabeth, to satisfy her mother, went to the window - she looked, - she saw Mr. Darcy with him, and sat down again by her sister.

Jane Austen

#13. Josh joined her at the window. She let him look. He should know that the world was not all lessons and iguanas and Nintendo. It was also this muddy simple boy tethered like an animal.

George Saunders

#14. Angie called pause again, rose from the bed, went to the window. She felt an elation, an unexpected sense of strength and inner unity.

William Gibson

#15. A girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as a crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek.

Ernest Hemingway,

#16. Growing up? Gavriel, that was last week watching her recover from crashing out of that office window. She fell out of her wheelchair and broke her other arm." Caspian laughed along with his mate.
Gavriel pulled the phone back and stared at it in horror.

Alanea Alder

#17. All the things she could do, other than sit here, were gathering in the cool shadows of the house behind her, watching through the window. She was nailed to the chair.

Lauren Groff

#18. Sometimes I caught my mother digging through old photo albums or staring at the wall or out the window. She'd get that look on her face that I knew meant she missed my father. Not enough to want him back. She missed him just enough for it to hurt. On

Sherman Alexie

#19. You know you're down and out when Okies laugh at you,' she said. With our garbage bag taped window, our tied down hood, and art supplies strapped to the roof, we'd out-Okied the Okies.

Jeannette Walls

#20. - and there, on the table under her bedroom window, lies the voice that has set her dreaming again. Fragments of a life lived a long, long time ago. Across a hundred years the woman's voice speaks to her - so clearly that she cannot believe it is not possible to pick up her pen and answer.

Ahdaf Soueif

#21. 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

#22. Helena had been standing by her window looking out to sea, breathing in the fresh air and admiring the picturesque scene of a small ship sailing into the harbor.
She had not been able to think of anything other than Mikolas for days.
From LONGING the 3rd chapter of TRUE LOVE

Destin Bays

#23. Beauty itself soon fades, and when a woman has beauty and nothing else, well, it's like putting all the goods in the shop window, isn't it? And the moment she loses her good looks-poor creature! what is she? Just a mere bit of faded finery to be thrown aside.

Henry Arthur Jones

#24. She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on the window-pane.

John Lennon

#25. 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

#26. Granted, she was obviously one window lick away from riding the short bus, but that knowledge did nothing to ease my mind.

Tara Sivec

#27. 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

#28. He eyed her bed in the moonlight streaming in her window and gave serious thought to simply dozing off right there. He had the sense she wasn't going to be reasonable about what had just happened, and the longer he let her stew and fret, the more unreasonable she'd be. ***

Grace Burrowes

#29. Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable.
She was thrilled to be back.

J.D. Robb

#30. She turned to stare out the window, lost in a thousand thoughts, not a single one of which Danielle could guess.

Jodi Picoult

#31. Oh, honey. Just because I can't buy what he's selling doesn't mean I can't window shop. Besides there's not even a remote chance he's interested. It wasn't me he had his eye on yesterday." Her head swivels toward me. She arches a dark brow.

Magda Alexander

#32. Jane," he whispered as the streaks of dawn broke through their bedroom window. "Once more. In the daylight, so I can see you with the sun upon your skin."
And she rolled over, smiled, and held open her arms to him, welcoming him home at last.

Charlotte Featherstone

#33. If it's us", she whispered, "how come you get to decide?"
When he didn't answer - couldn't answer - she turned and stared out the front window. As it turned out, they were still in the parking lot.
They hadn't gotten anywhere at all.

Jodi Picoult

#34. 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

#35. suddenly the window flew open, swung back and forth on its hinges, as if something was about to come in, and she waited in dread for what that something might be.

Edna O'Brien

#36. She looked around. They had drifted far away from the bank of the canal. "Are we stealing this boat?"
"Stealing' is such an ugly word," he mused.
"What do you want to call it?"
He picked her up and swung her around before putting her down. "An extreme case of window-shopping.

Cassandra Clare

#37. The innocent seriousness with which she told her story and I'd listened to so often and myself told
wide eyed hugging in heaven together
hipsters of America in the 1950's sitting in a dim room
the clash of the streets beyond the window's bare soft sill.

Jack Kerouac

#38. I think it's a delightful thing, for a young teenage girl to befriend someone of another generation. She is like a window into the past, I think to myself.

Caitlin Moran

#39. She eased across the creaking floorboards to the nearest window.
The view encompassed the woods, with dark shapes smeared into one entity, like in her sketchbook.
What lay amongst the trees?

Jordan Elizabeth Mierek

#40. But china is seldom thrown from a great height; it is one of the rarest of human actions. You have to find in conjunction a very high house, and a woman of such reckless impulse and passionate prejudice that she flings her jar or pot straight from the window without thought of who is below.

Virginia Woolf

#41. the only time she looked straight at anything was when she looked out a window.

Junot Diaz

#42. Arabella dangled her legs out of the bedroom window and closed her eyes. She felt a butterfly brush against her knee, rubbed her skin against the mortar and bricks, drank in the warmth of the morning sunshine on her face, her arms, her feet.

Pauline Fisk

#43. She is trying to control me with fear, because she cannot control me any other way.
My eyes open wide. They burn as if they are on fire - no, as if they are made of fire. Eyes are the window to the soul.

Beth Revis

#44. When she had gone upstairs, he walked to a window and stood looking up at the sky. His head thrown back, he felt the pull of his throat muscles and he wondered whether the peculiar solemnity of looking at the sky comes, not from what one contemplates, but from that uplift of one's head.

Ayn Rand

#45. Brianna peered through the large window into the sea of plexiglass cradles. Each infant, so small and precious, belonged to someone. Someone who cared for them. Someone who loved them. Brianna sniffled and turned away, unable to bear the thought that she had no one.

J.E.B. Spredemann

#46. 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

#47. She took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.

Bob Dylan

#48. She is not a bulldog, only a woman pressed into the shape of a small jar, possibly attempting to dance in there. It shows in the way she places a seashell on a window sill, a red-painted chair in the corner: she is practiced in the art of creating a still life and taking up residence inside it.

Barbara Kingsolver

#49. Just leave me alone, I want to be alone, she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.

Sarah Mayberry

#50. Window. All the ruckus, of course, woke up everyone in the house. Lilly's room was right up there. She

Richard Laymon

#51. One time, my mom told us, 'No TV.' It was 3 P.M., and I was sneaking it in. She put her hand on the back of the TV to see if it was warm, and it was. So she pulled the cord out of the wall, opened the second-floor window, and just threw it out the window.

Akiva Schaffer

#52. She shrugs, goes over to the window and looks down at the garden. She circles a finger on the glass, then she says, "Maybe you should try an believe in God."
"Should I?"
"Yeah, maybe we all should. The entire human race.

Jenny Downham

#53. Yeah, go ahead and try to be your daddy, baby," the guy eggs her on. "You fall short!" "Haven't you heard?" she shouts out the window at him. "I'm a mama's girl!" And she speeds up even more. "Dylan!

Penelope Douglas

#54. She still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.

Mark Z. Danielewski

#55. Snowflakes were dancing outside Neva's window when she awakened Sunday morning. She watched them land on the glass, one second resembling minute delicate doilies and the next teardrops as they inside warmth reach through the glass and melted them.

Kim Vogel Sawyer

#56. Sometimes, through the window of a car coming the other way, she caught a glimpse if a stranger's face, then it was gone, like a book you open then close at once.

Cornelia Funke

#57. She has never listened to Deepak Chopra, switched to almond milk, or meditated. Yet she is here, in the chair by the window in the house she was born in, outliving her husband and siblings and nephews and friends.

Lena Dunham

#58. There's something in your eyes that scares me,"
Max whispired, looking through the window.
Landon took her face into his hand and made her look into his eyes "What?" he asked. "What do you see?"
"Fear," she answered plainly. "I see fear

Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#59. 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

#60. Akiva."
"Akiva." It pleased her to say it. She may have been the one whose name meant music, but his sounded like it. Saying it made her want to sing it, to lean out a window and call him home. To whisper it in the dark.

Laini Taylor

#61. Leap out the window, my inner Tigress cried. You aren't ready to face such a powerful Tiger. I frowned. I thought a true Tigress never backed down from a fight. Don't you know anything? When she's in heat, she avoids everything male. Now run!

Gena Showalter

#62. she looked out the window and the police fined her for mooning.

Various

#63. Shall I leave the window open or would you like to try the door? she said with a sniff.

Douglas Adams

#64. On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line.

Azin Sametipour

#65. Each grape she pulled off grew back again on the cluster. In the dream it was evident that the girl had spent many years at that infinite window trying to finish the cluster, and was in no hurry to so because she knew that in the last grape lay death.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#66. 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

#67. 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

#68. She banged her knuckles until they ached to get the attention of the living flesh behind the glass, and would have smashed her fist through the window just to touch him, feel his heat, the only thing that could protect her from a smothering death of dry roses.

Toni Morrison

#69. She decided she wanted a cool, starchy independent life, with ruffles of humor like window curtains.

Mary McCarthy

#70. She looks out the window at Reno, which looks like Vegas and yet also looks nothing like Vegas. It's lesser, smaller, worse.

Caroline Kepnes

#71. He went out of the door, and she watched him through the little window, walking slowly to the door of the church. Then she sat down at his table, and put her head on it, and was silent, with the patient suffering of black women, with the suffering of oxen, with the suffering of any that are mute.

Alan Paton

#72. Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can't escape it.

A. Lynn

#73. 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

#74. She dries her eyes and bakes her pies and leaves 'em on the window sill

John Hartford

#75. She was an abstraction in an abstraction: an impossible intersection of dozens of bright panes, as if the disassembled tiles of a stained-glass window had each been set aglow and animated. She swirled before me like a school of fish.

Peter Watts

#76. What was he supposed to do besides break the living room window? Stand outside whacking off while she grabbed a cell phone and called for help?

Jeff Strand

#77. She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

Laurie Lee

#78. An actor goes crazy in a hotel room, gets trashed, throws a bench, breaks a window, and he is considered a rock star. An actress does that and she's sent to rehab and is thought to have problems and issues and can't get a job.

Mila Kunis

#79. 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

#80. God, she looked like an angel from this angle as she sat in the sunlight that streamed in from a nearby open window. I was hoping with all my heart that what I was about to tell her, wouldn't make this angel fall.

Angela Richardson

#81. The young woman was a window waiting to be climbed through. A window that she guessed was a little broken anyway.

Deborah Levy

#82. At home, loss was everywhere; she could barely see past it, like trying to look out a windowpane covered in fingerprints. She would always feel trapped behind that window, between her and the rest of the world, but at least in Ann Arbor, the glass was clearer. Whenever

Brit Bennett

#83. An egoist," said Father Brown. "She was the sort of person who had looked in the mirror before looking out of the window, and it is the worst calamity of mortal life.

G.K. Chesterton

#84. We are talking 1982 here, a time when Brazil was not known for its safety. That very day, as I left Rio, a radio report came on about a woman whose glittering bejeweled hand had been macheted off as she drove through town with the window open.

Lonely Planet

#85. She's like a Rubik's Cube. So frustrating at times that you want to toss it out the goddamn window. But you don't. You can't. You're compelled to keep playing with it until you figure it out.

Emma Chase

#86. And she said 'Losing love is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody feels the wind blow.'

Paul Simon

#87. So I knocked on the door at this bed & Breakfast and a lady stuck her head out of the window and said: 'What do you want', I said, 'I want to stay here'. She said, 'Well stay there' and shut the window.

Tommy Cooper

#88. I left the window open, she says.
And just like that, the world pulls back into focus. I stop spinning and something in me cracks - not something literal like bones, thank god, but something just as deep - and I'm so ready for this damn night to end, but I don't want it to end here.

Victoria Schwab

#89. 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

#90. The black mother perceives destruction at every door, ruination at each window, and even she herself is not beyond her own suspicion.

Maya Angelou

#91. Life had a way of shifting under her feet like quicksand and she had learned to just make the best of it. Like Gigi always said, 'when God closes a door, he shoves you out the window.

Tracy Brogan

#92. No, solitude did not trouble her. She could spend long minutes gazing out the window, hours listening to the BBC on the public radio station. She relished the very texture of her privacy, its depth of space and freedom, much of an entire day hers alone.

Daphne Kalotay

#93. Shira turned and blew kisses toward her clients who had pressed their faces against the salon window like children in a candy store and she their Willy Wonka of beauty.

Terri Gillespie

#94. 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

#95. There is no one, says another, whom fortune does not visit once in his life; but when she does not find him ready to receive her, she walks in at the door, and flies out at the window.

Charles De Montesquieu

#96. I'll be glad when this election is over!" Mary Anna yelled out the window of her car. She pulled the silver convertible classic Mercedes into the driveway of Eternal Slumber. "I was mobbed by O'Dell's sister and my momma this morning before I even had my boobs tucked in.

Tonya Kappes

#97. Anne is remarkably restrained in calibrating the amount of fear she will admit into the diary. The air raids, the break-ins, and the brutality reported by the helpers and glimpsed from the window appear at regular intervals, so that the reader can never fully relax.

Francine Prose

#98. With every line he teaches her, the world grows a little wider. She had never known before how words could sing,how a turn of phrase could unlock a window in her mind.

Rosamund Hodge

#99. Elizabeth who was only partially visible to her stared out the window very much awake as though she were contemplating the end of man.

Anna Godbersen

#100. As she looks through the window;
while seeing him give her his world,
tears rolled down her cheeks
in remembrance of the world she once had.

J.B.