Poetic-fiction Quote by Isaac Marion Download Open image ““The windows are empty holes lined with glass teeth.”” — Isaac Marion ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetic-fiction
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“I know why there is no glass, in front of the watercolor picture of blue irises, and why the window opens only partly and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It's just...It's just, if I didn't see these windows until today, what else did I miss?” — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“If you look around and see nothing but closed doors, then look again. It might be that you have to climb through a window.” — Kent Allan Rees Copy Share Image
“The eyes are not the windows but the doors of the soul. Beware what may enter them.” — Steven Moffatt Copy Share Image
“Factory windows are always broken Other windows are let alone. No one throws through the chapel-window The bitter, snarling, derisive stone.” — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
“The glass is not half empty; it is half full.” — Ronald Reagan Presidential Library Found Copy Share Image
“They were open but empty-looking, like the windows of a house no one lived in. At” — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“I have been looking for home in my house again through these windows that are my eyes.” — Danielle Flood Copy Share Image
“These people, these beautiful Living women, they don't seem to make the connection between me and the creatures that keep killing everything they love.… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theaters, and it's way too… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“She looks at her wrist, those thin scars like an entry stamp for some horrible concert. 'All the shitty stuff people do to themselves...… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I guess I talk a lot of shit about Perry, but it's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or the tunnel… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“She strokes my cheeks with the side of her hand – a repetitive, wispy motion. Like little ghost kisses.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I wipe at her cheeks with the cuff of my green sweater because it’s the softest thing I can think of. It catches her… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Dragged from your room. A red crease of sleep visible down your cheek, eyes foggy with the adjustment from a state of rest to… — Ali Land Copy Share Image
“There were tiny rainbows in that glass. I turned it so a rainbow danced across my hand.” — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
“It’s a world worth fighting for. Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“There’s this anomaly that happens sometimes with twins. It occurs in the womb when the fetuses are growing too closely to each other. The… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“It feels as though we’re going in slow motion. I think we’ll never get away. But eventually the Ferris wheel is far enough away… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“He rubbed my arm, whispering words that sounded like moth bodies flying into glass windows.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“He talks softly, patiently, as I sit on the window ledge and watch boats with colorful triangles for sails scratch the ocean.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“It radiates out from him like a cloud of ghosts, countless hands clutching at the air, reaching out for…something.” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
