#window

Life is denied by lack of attention, whether it be to cleaning windows or trying to write a masterpiece. ↗

— Nadia Boulanger

#cleaning #denied #lack #life #masterpiece

Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open, listening to the discourse of two amorous thrushes. ↗

— Marie Corelli

#discourse #fancy #full #glorious #having

Americans are the only people in the world known to me whose status anxiety prompts them to advertise their college and university affiliations in the rear window of their automobiles. ↗

— Paul Fussell

#advertise #affiliations #anxiety #automobiles #college

I could see flames from the windows of my chambers. For the next three or four days we had major rioting here in Washington and I stayed at the court day and night. ↗

— Harold H. Greene

#could #court #day #days #flames

Every time I copy something, I can draw it for the rest of my life. But research is so painful - I mean just opening up a magazine looking for a picture of a car or looking out the window looking for a car is just hard! ↗

— Jaime Hernandez

#copy #draw #every #every time #hard

The loneliness is when you pick up and move, even if you are not originally from that place, and you have some memories that you want to embrace. Having a life in transit, I feel like you are always looking out the back window. ↗

— Ajay Naidu

#back #embrace #even #feel #having

What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he's staring out of the window. ↗

— Burton Rascoe

#out #staring #understand #wife #window

In the shaded portions where the two spheres of different lives meet, certain fundamentals- moods, loves, fears, angers- can't be hidden. That's the contract. ↗

— Jeffery Deaver

#anger

I feel that it is healthier to look out at the world through a window than through a mirror. Otherwise, all you see is yourself and whatever is behind you. ↗

— Bill Withers

#feel #healthier #i #i feel #look

Out of the apartment houses come women who should be young but have faces like stale beer; men with pulled down hats and quick eyes that look the street over behind the cupped hand that shields the match flame; worn intellectuals with cigarette coughs and no money in the bank; fly cops with granite faces and unwavering eyes; cookies and coke peddlers; people who look like nothing in particular and know it, and once in a while even men that actually go to work. But they come out early, when the wide cracked sidewalks are empty and still have dew on them. (from) "The High Window ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#men