Wpa Quotes

1. "Once I saw a chimpanzee gaze at a particularly beautiful sunset for a full 15 minutes, watching the changing colors [and then] retire to the forest without picking a pawpaw for supper."
Author: Adriaan Kortlandt

2. "Partnerka Clavaina zostala chirurgicznie zmodyfikowana w ten sposób, ze mogla przyjac w macicy zywy mózg po operacji bedacej prostym odwróceniem cesarskiego ciecia - zabieg wykonywal Clavain. Cialo mezczyzny zostawili na miejscu, by znalezli je straznicy. Nastepnie Hybrydowcy sklonowali dla tego czlowieka nowe cialo i wpakowali do srodka ciezko doswiadczony mózg."
Author: Alastair Reynolds

3. "W sportowym sklepie pod kwadratowymi filarami kupilem spory czerwony plecak bez stelarza i upchnalem do niego dwa spiwory. Cienkie, ale innych nie mieli. W pustym, wykafelkowanym na zielono miesnym zaladowalem trzy kilo boczku, pare konserw i kabanosy na okrase i dlatego ze lekkie. W tym sklepie bylo jak w basenie, jak w jakiejs lazni, na srebrnych hakach wisialy bialo-czerwone polcie, a kasa i waga tez byly srebrne. W pierwszym lepszym sklepie z manekinami na wystawie kupilem kilka par grubych skarpet. Siekiere kupilem w sklepie z siekierami. I jeszcze papierosy. A w monopolowym dwie butelki naszego spirytusu. Gdy placilem, wpadly mi w oko malenkie flaszeczki z wyborowa, takie na dwa lyki. Wypchalem sobie nimi kieszenie."
Author: Andrzej Stasiuk

4. "She stayed beside me until I slept, waveringly, brilliantly, hooded in diaphanous scarlet, and occasionally she left an imperative written in lipstick on my dusty windowpane. BE AMOROUS! she exhorted one night and, another night, BE MYSTERIOUS! Some nights later, she scribbled: WHEN YOU BEGIN TO THINK, YOU LOSE THE POINT."
Author: Angela Carter

5. "And they heard the roaring thunder of a third brilliantly lighted express."Are they pursuing the first travelers?" demanded the little prince."They are pursuing nothing at all," said the switchman. "They are asleep in there, or if they are not asleep they are yawning. Only the children are flattening their noses against the windowpanes.""Only the children know what they are looking for," said the little prince. "They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry...""They are lucky," the switchman said."
Author: Antoine De Saint Exupéry

6. "Outside, the Air was Alert and Bright and Hot... She could see the pattern of the cross-stitch flowers from the blue cross-stitch counterpane on Ammu's cheek. She could hear the blue cross-stitch afternoon.The slow ceiling fan. The sun behind the curtains. The yellow wasp wasping against the windowpane in a dangerous dzzzzzzzzzzzz. A disbelieving lizard's blink.High-stepping chickens in the yard.The sound of the sun crinkling the washing.Crisping white bed-sheets. Stiffened starched saris. Off white and gold.Red ants on yellow stones.A hot cow feeling hot. Ahmoo in the distance."
Author: Arundhati Roy

7. "May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun."
Author: Arundhati Roy

8. "While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane."
Author: Billy Collins

9. "Their (Council of Dads) wisdom reads like a psalmbook of living: Approach the cowPack your flip-flopsDon't see the wallTend your tadpolesLive the questionsHarvest miraclesAlways learn to juggle on the side of a hillTake a walk with a turtle"
Author: Bruce Feiler

10. "It's amazing the way one can take a step ten and a half miles long and still always land in a cowpat."
Author: Diana Wynne Jones

11. "What an ambiance, and such a pity I'm alone: Candles giving off their glow, gusts of wind and the light tapping of rain on the windowpane - a massage for the mind. And a comforting one, too."
Author: Donna Lynn Hope

12. "The firelight magnified our shadows, glinted off the silver, flickered high upon the walls; its reflection roared orange in the windowpanes as if a city were burning outside. The whoosh of the flames was like a flock of birds, trapped and beating in a whirlwind near the ceiling. And I wouldn't have been at all surprised if the long mahogany banquet table, draped in linen, laden with china and candles and fruit and flowers, had simply vanished into thin air, like a magic casket in a fairy story."
Author: Donna Tartt

13. "The windowpanes and drizzled over the"
Author: Donna Tartt

14. "The sun is rising through a yellow, howling wind. Time for breakfast. Inside the trailer now, broiling bacon and frying eggs with good appetite, I hear the sand patter like rain against the metal walls and brush across the windowpanes. A fine silt accumulates beneath the door and on the window ledge. The trailer shakes in a sudden gust. All one to me -- sandstorm or sunshine I am content, so long as I have something to eat, good health, the earth to take my stand on, and light behind the eyes to see by."
Author: Edward Abbey

15. "The poems turned up everywhere. Soon the lady of the house went into fits of hysteria when she kept discovering this attack of poetry in the most unlikely places—under doors, in the mother-of-pearl latticework of windowpanes, under jars, stones, flowerpots, loaves of bread, and even delivered by homing pigeons, around whose rose-coloured claws the young matador lovingly wound poems in which he declaimed his love in the quaint language whose provenance was unknown to the world and still evoked images of the uninterrupted empires of Visigiths, the unbridled lust of the Huns and the intransigence of the Berbers. The young maiden recognized only a few words, but to her they were fragments of a secret music: zirimiri, fine rain; senaremaztac, husband and wife; nik behar diren guzian eginen ditut, I shall do everything necessary...."
Author: Eric Gamalinda

16. "When she had discovered that I hungered to learn, she commenced to shovel knowledge my way as vigorously as she spaded the cowpats into her beloved flower beds."
Author: Geraldine Brooks

17. "Rosiness is not a worse windowpane than gloomy gray when viewing the world."
Author: Grace Paley

18. "Czulem sie zupelnie tak samo, jakby nagle wyrzucono mnie noca do morza z pokladu plynacego statku. (...) Nie wiem, czy zostalem popchniety, czy sam spadlem, ale w kazdym razie statek plynal dalej, a ja w ciemnej, zimnej wodzie patrzylem, jak oddalaja sie swiatla pokladu. Nikt – ani pasazerowie, ani zaloga – nie wiedzieli, ze wpadlem do morza. Nie mialem sie czego uchwycic. Nadal czuje w sobie ten strach. Obawe, ze moje istnienie zostanie nieoczekiwanie zaprzeczone, ze choc nic zlego nie zrobilem, zostane wyrzucony noca do morza. Prawdopodobnie dlatego nie potrafie juz tworzyc z ludzmi glebszych zwiazków. Zawsze teraz zachowuje w stosunku do innych pewien dystans."
Author: Haruki Murakami

19. "They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A bottle of scent. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress and rolled under a bed. And sometimes they leave other sorts of things. Things you can't see. A sigh trapped in a corner. Memories tangled in the curtains. A sob fluttering against the windowpane like a bird that flew in and can't get back out. I can feel these things. They dart and crouch and whisper."
Author: Jennifer Donnelly

20. "As the floods of GodWash away sin cityThey say it was writtenIn the page of the LordBut I was lookingFor that great jazz noteThat destroyedThe walls of JerichoThe winds of fearWhip away the sicknessThe messages on the tabletWas valiumAs the planets formThat golden cross LordI'll see you onThe holy cross roadsAfter all this timeTo believe in JesusAfter all those drugsI thought I was HimAfter all my lyingAnd a-cryingAnd my sufferingI ain't good enoughI ain't clean enoughTo be HimThe tribal warsBurning up the homelandThe fuel of evilIs raining from the skyThe sea of lavaFlowing down the mountainThe time will sleepUs sinners byHoly rollers rollGive generously nowPass the hubcap pleaseThank you Lord"
Author: Joe Strummer

21. "The first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. This was nothing like the kind of quiet he heard when he woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream. When that happened, there were always strange, unidentifiable sounds seeping into his room from the tiny gaps where the windowpanes weren't sealed together correctly. At those moments he could always tell there was life outside, even if all that life was fast asleep. It was a silence that wasn't silence at all."
Author: John Boyne

22. "The slanted light of dawn was rippling through the windowpane, and Miss Anne Sainsbury was huddled beneath her thin blanket, wondering, as she often did, where she would find money for her next meal."That was really good. Even he wanted to know what happened to Miss Sainsbury, and he was making it up."
Author: Julia Quinn

23. "Sophia stood staring blankly up the stairs for an entire minute before it dawned on her that he'd used the kiss to befuddle her. Blast it all! She fumed to herself as she walked to the front window and stationed herself there.Time went by. The clock ticked. A bee buzzed against the windowpane. Dust settled. After thirty minutes had passed, Sophia had had enough. She gave the empty lane one last glance, then went upstairs."
Author: Karen Hawkins

24. "Tricky the paths a long love might follow, like the spiral down twists of a raindrop on a windowpane."
Author: Kevin Barry

25. "It wasn't intentional. Seeing you wobble on your toes while holding a windowpane that I've had on order for almost a month was more than I could stand.""I wasn't wobbling!""I see.You would prefer to think that I was so enthralled by your charms that I would use any convenient excuse to-""No,I wouldn't!..I..oh,get out of here!"He indicated the stairway with a gesture that was at once mocking and deferential,his eyes shining with amusement."After you, Miss Caldwell."She preceded him regally, walking back into the main part of the store and stopping at her usual spot behind the counter. Accepting his money without bothering to count it, Lucy went over to the cash drawer."
Author: Lisa Kleypas

26. "You cannot read Dickens without putting in a little more effort. You cannot eat a ripe pawpaw without its innards and juice spilling down your chin. Likewise, the language of Dickens makes your mouth do strange things, and when you're not used to his words your jaw will creak."
Author: Lloyd Jones

27. "Rose sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she was thinking of her troubles, and a shower was expected. She had retired to this room as a good place in which to be miserable; for it was dark and still, full of ancient furniture, somber curtains, and hung all around with portraits of solemn old gentlemen in wigs, severe-nosed ladies in top-heavy caps, and staring children in little bobtailed coats or short-waisted frocks. It was an excellent place for woe; amd the fitful spring rain that pattered on the windowpane seemed to sob,"Cry away; I'm with you."
Author: Louisa May Alcott

28. "[I]t was the knowledge that I was surrounded by adults with lives that I could never imagine living. It was the humming noise inside me that told me to do something and found nothing to do that meant anything, the bit of me that was like a fly smashing itself again and again on a windowpane. It was the futility of aging. ... It was the realization that this was life, and I didn't belong here."
Author: Maggie Stiefvater

29. "You and me?" I let out a stunned bark of laughter. "There is no you and me.""That's what you think," Chaz says, tugging on his coat. "And I'll be damned if I'm going to wait around until you figure out that isn't true.""Fine," I say "I'm not asking you to, am I?""No." Chaz is smiling… but not like he's happy. "But you would if you had the slightest idea what was good for you."And with that, he yanks open the door and storms through it, slamming it closed behind him with enough force to cause the windowpanes to rattle.And then he's gone."
Author: Meg Cabot

30. "And if someone felt that his life had been an utter failure, and that he himself was only one among millions of wholly unimportant people who could be replaced as easily as broken windowpanes, he would go and pour out his heart to Momo. And, even as he spoke, he would come to realize by some mysterious means that he was absolutely wrong: that there was only one person like himself in the whole world, and that, consequently, he mattered to the world in his own particular way. Such was Momo's talent for listening."
Author: Michael Ende

31. "He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside."
Author: Philip K. Dick

32. "How did writing come to me? Like bird's down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended."
Author: René Char

33. "How we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was anotherappleto slice into pieces.Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon,that meanswe're inconsolable.Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.These our bodies, possessed by light.Tell me we'll never get used to it."
Author: Richard Siken

34. "NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasser"
Author: Robin Glasser

35. "When Josey woke up and saw the feathery frost on her windowpane, she smiled. Finally, it was cold enough to wear long coats and tights. It was cold enough for scarves and shirts worn in layers, like camouflage. It was cold enough for her lucky red cardigan, which she swore had a power of its own. She loved this time of year. Summer was tedious with the light dresses she pretended to be comfortable in while secretly sure she looked like a loaf of white bread wearing a belt. The cold was such a relief."
Author: Sarah Addison Allen

36. "When the windowpanes start to turn from black to gray, my sisters cradle themselves around me, rocking me like the sea until I can taste the salt of our tears"
Author: Sarah Miller

37. "And the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins."
Author: Stephen King

38. "Perhaps it's something other than insomnia, to lie listening to children yelling as if they've re-created light; to try to dream, but succeed only in remembering; to toss and sweat in a dirty paste of sheets, while the drone of a ball game is gradually replaced by the buzz of a fly -- a fly buzzing like the empty frequencies between stations as its shadow grows enormous between the shade and windowpane. Is it insomnia for a man to wad his ears with the cotton from a pill bottle, to mask his eyes with blinders, and press a stale pillow over his head, praying for another day to burn down, so he can wake into another night?"
Author: Stuart Dybek

39. "Day by day his sister grewPaler with the woundShe could not see or touch or feel, as I dressed itEach day with her blue Breton jacket.- from Life After Death"
Author: Ted Hughes

40. "Potrafil mówic tonem tak niewinnym, tak przyjaznym, tak… glupim, w stylu szczeniaka, a potem nagle zmienial sie w wielki blok stali i czlowiek na niego wpadal."
Author: Terry Pratchett

41. "So I sit there kicked my heels, thinking about New Orleans, and watching a morbid blue-bottle fly attempt to commit suicide by butting his head against the windowpane."
Author: Thomas Bailey Aldrich

42. "There was nobody. Her words faded. So a rocket fades. Its sparks, having grazed their way into the night, surrender to it, dark descends, pours over the outlines of houses and towers; bleak hillsides soften and fall in. But though they are gone, the night is full of them; robbed of colour, blank of windows, they exist more ponderously, give out what the frank daylight fails to transmit—the trouble and suspense of things conglomerated there in the darkness; huddled together in the darkness; reft of the relief which dawn brings when, washing the walls white and grey, spotting each windowpane, lifting the mist from the fields, showing the red brown cows peacefully grazing, all is once more decked out to the eye; exists again. I am alone; I am alone!"
Author: Virginia Woolf

43. "I was the shadow of the waxwing slainBy the false azure in the windowpane;I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and ILived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.And from the inside, too, I'd duplicateMyself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glassHang all the furniture above the grass,And how delightful when a fall of snowCovered my glimpse of lawn and reached up soAs to make chair and bed exactly standUpon that snow, out in that crystal land!"
Author: Vladimir Nabokov

44. "Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart. It is like a bird that has blundered down the flue and is caught indoors and flutters at the windowpanes. It is like standing a long time on a cold day, knocking at a shut door."
Author: Wendell Berry

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