A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments breathing in the soft warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.
It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted pavements. It was a city of shuttered shops and barred windows and deserted avenues.
I live in Los Angeles which is the second most polluted city in the world and I wake up in the morning to dirt all over my window.
It was morning through the high window I saw the pure bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy as if it had special plans and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.
On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.
Fashion should be something that in the morning when you open your window you say 'Oh fantastic sun!' Then you take your shower you say 'OK fantastic which colour I wear today because I feel happy?' This should be fashion.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning as if supported by the rays of the sun a bird settled on the fire escape joy in the task of coffee joy accompanied me as I walked.
They got married they got divorced and half their money goes out the window.
One argument goes that recessions are good for female artists because when money flies out the window women are allowed in the house. The other claims that when money ebbs so do prospects for women.
Growing up I always shopped at Victoria's Secret with my mom and saw Angels like Gisele and Karolina Kurkova in the windows.
Having a child makes you realize the importance of life - narcissism goes out the window. Heaven on earth is looking at my little boy. The minute he was born I knew if I never did anything other than being a mom I'd be fine.
We need more of the Office Desk and less of the Show Window in politics. Let men in office substitute the midnight oil for the limelight.
I didn't want to be one of those women who wake up at 63 years old and realize they've missed the window of opportunity for marriage and children.
Whenever the people are for gay marriage or medical marijuana or assisted suicide suddenly the 'will of the people' goes out the window.
People everywhere love Windows.