
“The light was draining out of the room, going back through the window where it had come from.”
Source: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
Source: The Last Song
“The light was draining out of the room, going back through the window where it had come from.”
Source: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”
Romeo, Act II, scene ii.
Variant: What light through yonder window breaks?
Source: Romeo and Juliet (1595)
Thomas De Witt Talmage (1832-1902), The Pathway of Life, New York: The Christian Herald, 1894 p 254.
The Pathway of Life, New York: The Christian Herald, 1894
“Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.”
A Long Story; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
The Fountainhead (1943).
Source: Atlas Shrugged
Context: That particular sense of sacred rapture men say they experience in contemplating nature- I've never received it from nature, only from. Buildings, Skyscrapers. I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline. The shapes and the thought that made them. The sky over New York and the will of man made visible. What other religion do we need? And then people tell me about pilgrimages to some dank pest-hole in a jungle where they go to do homage to a crumbling temple, to a leering stone monster with a pot belly, created by some leprous savage. Is it beauty and genius they want to see? Do they seek a sense of the sublime? Let them come to New York, stand on the shore of the Hudson, look and kneel. When I see the city from my window - no, I don't feel how small I am - but I feel that if a war came to threaten this, I would like to throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body.