#window

And when an architect has designed a house with large windows, which is a necessity today in order to pull the daylight into these very deep houses, then curtains come to play a big role in architecture. ↗

— Arne Jacobsen

#architecture #big #come #curtains #daylight

I want people to be drawn into the space of the work. And a lot of people are like me in that they have relatively short attention spans. So I shoot for the window of opportunity. ↗

— Barbara Kruger

#attention spans #drawn #i #into #like

People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. ↗

— Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

#darkness #glass #light #like #only

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#answer #arithmetic #blue #blue sky #comes

Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#bright #clean #keep #must #see

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

Personally, I've made myself a very small window of what I enjoy in this business, which is I love being a big part of the storytelling process. ↗

— Bradley Cooper

#big #business #enjoy #i #i love

We enter the government essentially in a hotel that is on fire. We're throwing people from the windows into the pool to save their lives and this is the evaluation of the Olympic diving committee: Well, the splash was too big. ↗

— Austan Goolsbee

#committee #diving #enter #essentially #evaluation

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

The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds. ↗

— Tod Wodicka

#birds #clouds #prague #sunset #tropical-paradise