My motto is 'Love and let love' - with the one stipulation that people who love in glass-houses should breathe on the windows.
Through all the windows I only see infinity.
Hopefully, there's a place in music for Tinted Windows. If we're really trying to be iconic, we should just stop right now. If one of us could die, that would also help. But I don't think anybody wants that gig.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own.
Rightly viewed no meanest object is insignificant; all objects are as windows through which the philosophic eye looks into infinitude itself.
Huh? Windows was designed to keep the idiots away from Unix so we could hack in peace. Let's not break that.
When you have these van tours, you drive six hours with the doors closed and windows rolled up. You pull into the venue, check into the cheap hotel you can afford, eat whatever is there, sleep, wake up, and repeat. You're not really participating in the community.
Indians love to travel with their families, and they bring along everything including the kitchen and cooking utensils. Third-class coaches are always filled to capacity with people literally hanging out of the windows.
In addition to its use in arithmetic and science, the Hindu-Arabic number system is the only genuinely universal language on Earth, apart perhaps for the Windows operating system, which has achieved the near universal adoption of a conceptually and technologically poor product by the sheer force of market dominance.
The back windows looked out over the fields, then the Atlantic, maybe a hundred yards away. Actually, I'm just making that bit up. I had no idea how far away the sea was. Only men could do things like that. "Half a mile. " "Fifty yards. " Giving directions, that sort of thing. I could look at a woman and say "Thirty-six C. " Or "Let's try it in the next size up. " But I had no idea how far away Tim's sea was except that I wouldn't want to walk to it in high heels.
I'm in the countryside outside of Paris, in a beautiful old manor house. The studio is in the basement, but we decided to set everything up in the old parlor and dining-room area so we can look at each other and (at) the sunshine coming through the stained-glass windows. It's pretty idyllic, and I think it's spoiling me. I'll have to go back to regular life after this.
I only work at night, generally. Usually when I work [during the day] I'll black out the windows or something.
This was a little house, with a ceiling that kept getting higher and higher, a hot place with no windows. This was anger.
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
It is the soul itself which sees and hears, and not those parts which are, as it were, but windows to the soul.
Those to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, have not yet visited the house of their souls whose windows are open from dawn to dawn.
You don't need to be a computer scientist to use a Windows Phone. I think you do to use an Android phone.
It is its own form of conversation -- you can learn a lot about people from the stories they tell, but you can also know them from the way they sing along, whether they like the windows up or down, if they live by the map or by the world, if they feel the pull of the ocean.
I removed the window [tattoo] because, while I used to spend all my time looking out through windows wishing to be outside, I now live there all the time.