Sockets are the X windows of IO interfaces.
Books are the windows through which the soul looks out.
You can't go to Windows Update and get a patch for stupidity.
I would not open windows into men's souls.
I can't say that I like MicroSoft: I think they make rather bad operating systems - Windows NT is just more of the same - but while I dislike their operating systems and abhor their tactics in the marketplace I at the same time don't really care all that much about them.
My bed was pushed up hard against the wall just below the window. I loved to sleep with the windows open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open my windows and put my head on my pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak. There would be raindrops blown onto my face, too, if I was lucky, and I would imagine that I was in my boat on the ocean and that it was swaying with the swell of the sea. I did not imagine that I was a pirate, or that I was going anywhere. I was just on my boat.
We live in a box of space and time. Movies are windows in its walls.
Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.
[I'll teach you] how not to leave the windows of your heart open when it looks like rain and how everyone has a stump where something necessary was amputated.
Windows 95 is what Rube Goldberg would have designed if he'd studied cartooning at M. I. T.
Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.
Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.
In hell there's a big hotel where the bar just closed and the windows never opened. No phone so you can't call home, and the TV works, but the clicker is broken.
It takes bravery to care for someone — no matter who he is or what made him, whether he is weak or walking or jumping out of windows. The risk involved is enormous.
so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
I have no desire to make windows into mens souls.
And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.
You know the people who have the bumper stickers that say "Windows 95 = Mac '89"? These are the faithful, and I respect their faith, but I would like to respectfully point out that faith is dangerous. Religion kills.
We called the Weather Bureau and found out what historically was the hottest day of the summer. . . So we scheduled the hearing that day, and bingo, it was the hottest day of record in Washington, or close to it. . . we went in the night before and opened all the windows. . . so that the air conditioning wasn't working inside the room.
The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.