I discovered windows one afternoon and after that, nothing was ever the same.
Anne SpollenMots clés windows
We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for.
That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out?
Mots clés stories windows houses wolves beautiful dangerous small
It's like giving a glass of ice water to somebody in hell" -- about iTunes on Windows computers
Steve JobsIt was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions.
The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted her clothing like the flaps of a tent, and sounded in her ears like falling snow.
It's the wind coming through the double shutters, Devnee told herself.
But how could the wind come through? There were glass windows between the inside and outside shutters.
Or were there?
The windows weren't just holes in the wall, were they?
What if there was no glass? What if things crawled through those open louvers, crept into the room, blew in with the cold that fingered her hair? What creatures of the night could slither through those slats?
She had not realized how wonderful glass was, how it protected you and kept you inside.
She knew something was out there.
Mots clés windows dark tower glass vampire scary shutters
It is not real," he whispered. "This place is only a thought that has grabbed hold of you. It cannot harm you. You are not of this place, and it has no power over you. You do not need it, nor do you owe it your allegiance." I nodded, listening only to his words and not to the rattling of the windows, which had begun as soon as we stepped inside.
Rita MurphyMots clés power evil house windows darkness magic gothic possessed rattling
Windows are the eyes of the soulless
Thomas LigottiThe Window to the Universe Opens Inward and Outward.
Daniel Lee EdstromMots clés windows universe daniel-lee-edstrom
Through the window, I saw the beautiful world outside: the sky, the sun, the cacti, the rocks, and the dirt.
How I longed to return to it! I licked at the air, trying to smell the desert's delicious dusty scent, but could not. How was I able to see it without smelling it? Did humans control scents as well as the temperature and the waters?
Is that what windows were for, to keep out scents? Why did they wish to put invisible barriers between themselves and the world?
Mots clés world windows scents humans wild snakes scent
We all have neighbors. Greet them on the sidewalk or in the elevator, but try not to peer through their windows. Windows are to look out from, not into.
Alexandra StoddardTake off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.
F. Scott FitzgeraldMots clés love girls romance windows fashion gatsby summer fitzgerald hot camels zelda fur coats 20s flapper the-camel-s-back
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