#window

Literature gives us a window into other people's experiences in other places, in other times, so I thought it would be really interesting to investigate how different people had written about motherhood, and childhood. ↗

— Natalie Merchant

#childhood #different #different people #experiences #gives

Don't waste a minute not being happy. If one window closes, run to the next window- or break down a door. ↗

— Brooke Shields

#being happy #break #closes #door #down

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#against #became #black #broken #came

You know, I went to Oberlin. At that time, grades were - you elected to have them or not. It was all of that era where grades were out the window. But I did very well in school. I didn't really study the arts; I practiced the arts. ↗

— Julie Taymor

#did #elected #era #grades #i

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

#avenue #away #came #done #drew

I was a window dresser for Burton's once. What really put me off was the area manager coming round and saying, Charles, I think you're a natch at this. ↗

— Charles Dance

#burton #charles #coming #dresser #i

She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, with fields beyond outside the entrance-gates. On the road there was a man with a bundle on his back and a woman carrying her baby; in the field she could see figures moving - perhaps the shepherd with his dog. Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She was a part of that involuntary, palpitating life, and could neither look out on it from her luxurious shelter as a mere spectator, nor hide her eyes in selfish complaining. ↗

— George Eliot

#view #window #life

You have the nicest window, you know? None of the others can even compete. It´s not flashy like the others, or bleary – your window gives of this nice, quiet light. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#love #window #love

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

— Carl Sandburg

#blow #destiny #i #night #strange

For years I wrote in my basement. More recently I graduated to one floor above, an office with all my books and music and - ta da! - a window. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#basement #books #floor #graduated #i