I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.
Drop by and knock on my bedroom window. My room is on the 13th floor. 1-12 are numbers on a clock, and I won’t wait forever.
There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.
And all I did was read, and when I was too high to read I stared out the windows.
In the vacuum created by fear and ignorance and hunger and want, it's evil, not good, that rushes to fill the void.
Do you ever lose the ego?” Westford asks me. “Yeah.” When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.
They could steam up windows with their kisses, but as soon as they started using their mouths for other things—like talking—everything got so complicated.
A window—it’s more entertaining than TV. Just ask a cat looking out, or a man looking in on a life he desires.
FRIENDS Looking out the window, I see you looking in. You are the sunshine, That fills my soul.
Do you want me to open the window?’ ‘No … I still have your scent on my skin.’ ‘And I have your taste in my mouth.
He stands there, facing the largest windows, touching the glass with the open palm of his hands, feeling everything, but seeing nothing.
If he speaks again without me knowing who he is, I will throw him out of the window. And I won't open it first.
My bedroom is a fridge with a window, because I can’t sleep unless it’s cold. I cuddle like warm meatloaf, but hardly ever with warm meatloaf.
As an athlete, you only have so much time. The window only has so much time and then it closes. You have to take care of yourself the best you can.
The monitor presently shows the Windows Blue Screen of Death, though this does not alarm him, as the BSoD is the universal screen saver in Hell.
Yes, the house must be inhabited, and we will see by whom; for imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.
I rode all around Hollywood listening to Donna Summer, looking out the window - all by myself - just going, 'I'm number one!' It's a pretty extraordinary feeling.
I turned to the window. A single raindrop fell against it, and seeing my reflection in the glass, I suddenly knew why Finn’s eyes were familiar. They were exactly like mine.
I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!
To know myself as woman in the image of God to know God as Mother and to know my own mother as a window into God: these three are inseparable.If one is implausible to the heart the other two are as well.
We have to face it: in America today the way to have fun and celebrate is to break a store window and take something. That's the way it is, today in America, and we have to accept it.
