Best window & felt Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Loneliness... has very little to do with location. It's a state of mind. In the centre of every city are some of the loneliest people in the world... because our whole planet was just outside the window, I felt even more... connected to the seven billion other people.”

People World Mind Littles States Whole Earth Felt Cities Loneliness Planets Window Seven Connected Billions State Of Mind Location Centre

Author:Chris Hadfield

“I always felt like I was right out of Dickens, looking in the window of the Christmas feast, but not at the feast.”

Felt Window Dickens

Author:John Baldessari

“The swift December dusk had come tumbling clownishly after its dull day and, as he stared through the dull square of the window of the schoolroom, he felt his belly crave for its food. He hoped there would be stew for dinner, turnips and carrots and bruised potatoes and fat mutton pieces to be ladled out in thick peppered flourfattened sauce. Stuff it into you, his belly counselled him.”

Source: The Complete Works of James Joyce: Novels, Short Stories, Plays, Poetry, Essays & Letters: Ulysses, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Finnegan’s Wake, Dubliners, The Cat and the Devil, Exiles, Chamber Music, Pomes Penyeach, Stephen Hero, Giacomo Joyce, Critical Writings & more

“The line is "So we beat on, boats against the current, born back ceaselessly into the past." We've interpreted it as the meaning of us [when we] went against the current, against the grain and did what felt natural to us...regardless of what we thought we were supposed to be doing. We threw all of that out the window. We existed how we wanted to.”

Wanted Past Felt Born Natural Lines Beats Window Currents Boat Supposed To Be Grain

Author:Chrissy Costanza

“A certain ultra-dignified gentleman of unusual prominence carried himself so stiffly that nobody felt free to call him by his first name. He quarreled with a friend of earlier days and from then on the two never spoke. The day the friend died an associate found the ultra-dignified gentleman staring through the window. When he came out of his reverie, he soliloquized with a sigh, ""He was the last to call me John."" Is any man really entitled to regard himself a success who has failed to inspire at least a goodly number of fellow mortals to greet him by his first name?”

“I felt more like a scientist exploring nature, and Windows was my environment. You dont pass judgment on nature; you just explain how it works.”

Felt Environment Judgment Window Scientist Exploring

Author:Charles Petzold

“We have a rare and perhaps small window of opportunity to set partisan differences aside, and attempt to achieve what many in recent years have felt was unreachable - greater retirement security for ourselves and our children.”

Years Children Opportunity Felt Differences Greater Achieve Security Window Our Children Retirement Partisans Window Of Opportunity Unreachable

Author:Gordon Smith

“As a sick kid, I always looked out the window. The objects of my observation were the sun, the seasons, the wind, crazy people, and my grandfather's death. During my long period of observation, I felt that something like poems were filling up my body.”

People Long Body Kids Felt Sun Crazy Objects Wind Periods Window Seasons Sick Observation Grandfather Filling My Grandfather Crazy People Filling Up Sick Kids

Author:Kim Hyesoon

“We can use music as a tool to overcome things. It was a beautiful age and realization for me, an awakening. I felt like my eyes were opened. It was like, you mean to tell me that I have the opportunity when I'm bottling stuff up, wanting to smash windows and breaking down walls, I can put that energy into a song and wake up the next day with that weight lifted?”

Mean I Can Use Eye Age Beautiful Song Next Opportunity Energy Felt Stuff Like You Wall Tools Window Overcoming Weight Wake Up Awakening Realization Next Day Breaking Down

Author:Chuck Ragan

“I stood in the bay window at our house and I sang Away In A Manger. It was my first time on stage, but there was nobody watching. I just remember it was so natural and it was such a secret - like masturbating. I felt like I had to wait until everybody was gone. So I guess six years old would be my most important age, 'cause in that moment, I just knew what I wanted to do.”

Years Firsts Important Moments Would Be Age Wanted Remember House Felt Causes Waiting Natural Secret Gone Stage Six First Time Window That Moment Six Year Olds

Author:Kathleen Hanna

“In real life, my son had a little injury a couple of years ago where we had moved into a new house and he put his hand through a glass window and it cut him really badly. Thank god he had surgery and repaired everything, but I remember I felt frozen I was so scared, and then I realized I was holding my hand just because his hand was hurt.”

Years Littles Real Hands Remember House Felt Hurt Cutting Son Couple Years Ago Window Moved Glasses Scared I Realized Real Life Injury My Son Thank God Surgery Frozen

Author:Molly Shannon

“I've always felt like the most improvement you can make is from year 1 to year 2, much like a college freshman who the most improvement he can make in an entire one year of college football is going from year 1 freshman year to his sophomore year. Like a pro football player going from his rookie season to his second season. There's a window there that will never come again that you have a chance to making your biggest strides.”

“Basically it's true that my own life has been my chief window for life in America, beginning with my childhood and the conflicts, the struggles, the strains that I felt in my own family.”

Has Beens America Felt My Own Struggle Childhood Conflict Window Chiefs Strain My Own Life

Author:John Updike

“As a sick kid, I always looked out the window. The objects of my observation were the sun, the seasons, the wind, crazy people, and my grandfather's death. During my long period of observation, I felt that something like poems were filling up my body. They were in some kind of state and condition that made them difficult to render into words. As a university student, I tried hard to write them in Korean. It was at that time that I foresaw my death and the world's death. I think my poems started at that time.”

“I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.”

Thinking Stills Faces Night Felt Sleep Heard Middle Cry Bed Rain Window Dry Slips Weeping Middle Of The Night Dripping Night Thinking

Author:Ray Bradbury

“in the nineteenth year and the eleventh month speak your tattered Kaddish for all suicides: Praise to life though it crumbled in like a tunnel on ones we knew and loved Praise to life though its windows blew shut on the breathing-room of ones we knew and loved Praise to life though ones we knew and loved loved it badly, too well, and not enough Praise to life though it tightened like a knot on the hearts of ones we thought we knew loved us Praise to life giving room and reason to ones we knew and loved who felt unpraisable. Praise to them, how they loved it, when they could.”

Giving Years Wells Heart Reason Enough Speak Felt Rooms Months Window Praise Suicide Breathing Tunnels Knots

Author:Adrienne Rich

“Tommy had felt alone in a crowd before, even inferior to everyone in a crowd, but now he felt, well, different. It wasn't just the clothes and the make up, it was the humanity. He wasn't part of it. Heightened senses or not, he felt like he had his nose pressed against the window, looking in. The problem was, it was the window of a donut shop.”

Wells Different Problem Humanity Felt Clothes Window Crowds Senses Noses Shops Inferiors Donuts

Author:Christopher Moore

“The evenings grew longer; kitchen windows stayed open after dinner and peepers could be heard in the marsh. Isabelle, stepping out to sweep her porch steps, felt absolutely certain that some wonderful change was arriving in her life. The strength of this belief was puzzling; what she was feeling, she decided, was really the presence of God.”

Feelings Certain Belief Felt Steps Wonderful Heard Grew Window Decided Dinner Evening Kitchen Arriving Presence Of God Porch Puzzling Marshes

Book:Amy & Isabelle

Source: Amy & Isabelle

“Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.”

Men Kind Said Matter Spirit Fall Felt Easy Secret Gone Fire Cold Messages Window Garbage Messy Grim Geese Snowden Pimples Yossarian Ripeness Catch 22 Important

Book:Catch-22: A Novel

Source: Catch-22: A Novel

“I had been hungry all the years- My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. 'Twas this on tables I had seen When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, 'Twas so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's diningroom. The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new,-- Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away.”

Knows Way Years Persons Found Felt Hurt Wealth Mountain Bird Window Tables Wine Hunger Ill Hungry Bread Curious Plenty Odd Touched Entering Hurt Me Noon Trembling Lone Berries Crumbs Dine

Author:Emily Dickinson

“I stood looking down out of the window. The street seemed miles down. Suddenly I felt as if I'd flung myself out of the window. I could see myself lying on the pavement. Then I seemed to be standing by the body on the pavement. I was two people. Blood and brains were scattered everywhere. I knelt down and began licking up the blood and brains”

People Ifs Two Body Lying Felt Brain Blood Streets Standing Window Down And Miles Pavement Looking Down Licking

Author:Doris Lessing

“As I followed Margo's directions through the maze of one-way streets, we saw a few people sleeping on the sidewalk or sitting on benches, but nobody was moving. Margo rolled down the window, and I felt the thick air blow across my face, warmer than night ought to be. I glanced over and saw strands of her hair blowing all around her face. Even though I could see her there, I felt entirely alone among these big and empty buildings, like I'd survived the apocalypse and the world had been given to me, this whole and amazing and endless world, mine for the exploring.”

Source: Paper Towns

“Lucas should've run out of there that instant. Instead he stared at me through the glass and slowly unfolded his hand opposite mine so that our hands were pressed againts the pane of glass, fingers to fingers, palm to palm. We each move closer, so that our faces were only inches apart. Even with the stained glass, window between us, it felt as intimate as any kiss we'd shared.”

Should Hands Running Faces Moving Felt Mines Kissing Window Opposites Fingers Glasses Intimate Instant Inches Palms Stained Glass Stained Glass Windows

Author:Claudia Gray

“At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others -- poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner -- young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.”

Source: The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and many other notable works

“Some time in the night I got up, tiptoed to my window, and looked out at my doghouse. It looked so lonely and empty sitting there in the moonlight. I could see that the door was slightly ajar. I thought of the many times I had lain in my bed and listened to the squeaking of the door as my dogs went in and out. I didn't know I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.”