Best 341 quotes in «window quotes» category

Sockets are the X windows of IO interfaces.

She dries her eyes and bakes her pies and leaves 'em on the window sill

She maintained a careful balance by her window, never allowing the men to come too close, never allowing them to stray too far.

Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!

Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it.

Still when it comes to finding fault we are fonder of windows than of mirrors.

Some people are passionate about aisles, others about window seats.

Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.

Sometimes, certain of God's blessings arrive by shattering all the windows. (Brida)

That window is closing. . . . Now, the clock is ticking. . . . We're not going to have these talks just drag out in a stalling process. . . . We haven't given away anything - other than the opportunity for us to negotiate

The "biggest" poems I ever made are based on the psychological principal of the "Johari Window:" what the self freely shares with others; what the self hides from others; what others hide from the self; and what is unknown to the self and others.

The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls.

The Christian faith is a grand cathedral with divinely pictured windows.

Stop looking in the mirror and start looking out the window.

The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million, ... but they are, singly, as nothing without the posted presence of the watcher.

The boats outside the window were always still I wondered if one of them would take me to the ocean.

The detached observer's view is one window on the world.

The human mind is a delusion generator, not a window to trurh.

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.

The Indians long ago knew that music was going on permanently and that hearing it was like looking out a window at a landscape which didn't stop when one turned away.

The light works," he said, indicating the window, "the gravity works," he said, dropping a pencil on the floor. "Anything else we have to take our chances with.

Then they scrambled through the window and into the darkness, determined to turn themselves into what they were not.

The only reason I would call the police is if someone is getting aggressed in the street and I'm behind a window.

There is a small window of opportunity for freckled girls to tan.

The photographic frame is no longer used as a documentary window into undisturbed private lives, but as a stage on which the subjects consciously direct themselves to bring forward hidden information that is not normally displayed on the surface.

The one broken window that permanently wouldn't roll up had destroyed her perfectly curled blond prom-hair, and by the time we got to the gym she looked like Marie Antoinette with bedhead.

There is no one, says another, whom fortune does not visit once in his life; but when she does not find him ready to receive her, she walks in at the door, and flies out at the window.

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.

There's no other company that could make a MacBook Air and the reason is that not only do we control the hardware, but we control the operating system. And it is the intimate interaction between the operating system and the hardware that allows us to do that. There is no intimate interaction between Windows and a Dell notebook.

There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.

The view from the window, particularly if you enjoy neon, is extraordinary.

The Space Shuttle will stop directly below the Space Station and Sergei and I will be looking out two different windows looking straight down at the Space Shuttle.

The vitrines and shelves that I make, the objects displayed can be easily exchanged. This is a key to the work-the objects are mere signs of capitalism. The reason for their existence is in anticipation of their own destruction. They are meant to trigger a resemblance to the way store windows appear just before they are smashed by demonstrators. They represent targets for potential violence.

There's a lot of stress... but once you get in the car, all that goes out the window.

The trouble with the transfer window is it creates a window where transfers have to be done

The window to the world can be covered by a newspaper.

The word "now" is like a bomb through the window, and it ticks.

The way Trump talks about Obama: presidents don't do that! What we're seeing now is a whole new level of vulgarity. I'm really hoping that it's not the rule from here on out. It's really distressing for me to witness this. I really hope we don't have to throw all decency out the window, just because Trump's president.

The window is closing.

This notion of universal Windows apps is a very powerful concept because we're now aggregating the 300-plus-million-socket run rate of Windows into one opportunity for our developers.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.

They got married, they got divorced, and half their money goes out the window.

To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foule.

This soup tastes like windows

Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.

Truth is naturally universal...and shines into many different windows, though many are clouded.

To go through life without love is to travel through the world in a carriage with closed windows.

We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open

Volunteering is a window into the passions of the soul.

We feel something, and reach out for the nearest phrase or hum with which to communicate, but which fails to do justice to what has induced us to do so....We stay on the outside of our impressions, as if staring at them through a frosted window, superficially related to them, yet estranged from whatever has eluded casual definition.