Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.
Cats are unpredictable because they're wild and domestic at the same time. Watching a cat's behavior is like a small window into the wild.
I travel alone so much, and the first thought is to grab the damn phone. In airports, just look around. Nobody looks at anybody, or even out the window. It's obvious we can't live without it anymore, and as a comic on the road the phone is an essential tool. It's probably doing more good than bad for me, but it does make me sad that those of us who grew up without mobile phones, we know what we're missing.
It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.
Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.
A poem is a window that hangs between two or more human beings who otherwise live in darkened rooms.
If you clean it up, get analytical, all the subtle joy and emotion you felt in the first place goes flying out the window.
And if I'm alone in bed, I will go to the window, look up at the sky, and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company.
Windows favors multi-threading, which means that a service is implemented by one single process.
Hope is when you look out the window and you go, 'It doesn't look good at all, but I'm going to go beyond what I see to give people visions of what could be. '
For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the day may be blue and gold, but the light that creeps down through the thickly-muffled glass of the small iron-barred window beneath which one sits is grey and niggard. It is always twilight in one's cell, as it is always twilight in one's heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more.
Mondays are just like Sam from Clarissa Explains it All. They just show up through the damn window whenever the hell they feel like it.
Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.
Microsoft is unlawfully taking advantage of its Windows monopoly to protect and to extend that monopoly and undermine consumer choice.
You have a pre-conceived notion of what you want the scene to be, but once you get there, that goes out the window and it turns out to be a way that you never imagined.
The way I see life, it's like we're all flying on the Hindenburg, why fight over the window seats?
Originally, I wanted to do humanitarian work. I actually feel that getting into acting, which fate has led me to, is my window and path into humanitarian work. I always said I want to do something important. And I feel this work is what's helping me get there.
Close the language-door, and open the love-window
The sky outside the window was changing rapidly from deep, velvety blue to cold, steely gray and then, slowly, to pink shot with gold.
We found the future, like birds fly into windows.