Thoughts on { The Window | Walt Whitman / Edith Wharton / George Eliot / Anais Nin / George Bernard Shaw / W. M. Thackeray
“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.”
Edith Wharton, Artemis to Actaeon and Other Verses, 1909
“A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.”
Walt Whitman
“An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.”
William Makepeace Thackeray
“Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the
window through which you must see the world.”
George Bernard Shaw
“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.”
Anais Nin
“She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, [..] Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She was a part of that involuntary, palpitating life, and could neither look out on it from her luxurious shelter as a mere spectator, nor hide her eyes in selfish complaining.”
George Eliot, Middlemarch, 1871-72
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