Window Sentence Examples
She glanced out the window, still smiling.
A glance out the window revealed that the snow had piled up to four or five inches.
He got up and went to the window to open it.
Actually, I never gave it much thought until I found the window open.
The count stood by the window and listened without turning round.Advertisement
Pierre jumped upon the window sill.
She stared through the window at the trail.
Correct. He made it to an open window on the first floor.
Light glowed through the hazy window overhead.
From the window of his office, the path was clearly visible.Advertisement
A deep furrow ran across his forehead, and standing by a window he stared over his spectacles seeing no one.
A few minutes later Prince Andrew rang and Natasha went to him, but Sonya, feeling unusually excited and touched, remained at the window thinking about the strangeness of what had occurred.
She sat on the bed and watched the sunset through the window.
The phÅ“be had already come once more and looked in at my door and window, to see if my house was cavern-like enough for her, sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed the premises.
The sun had reached the other side of the house, and its slanting rays shone into the open window, lighting up the room and part of the morocco cushion at which Princess Mary was looking.Advertisement
I kept seeing little Nick's face in the window when they left the house.
Do you like to look out of your window, and see little stars?
Jonathan was staring out the window and Alex was playing with Destiny.
The next morning she woke to the first ray of light through the window.
Lisa stared out the window.Advertisement
To the left was a tall narrow window, bare to the coldness of the room.
Cynthia closed the book and gazed out the window.
Sometimes one came near to my window, attracted by my light, barked a vulpine curse at me, and then retreated.
But before he reached them Pierre stopped beside a very handsome, dark man of middle height, and in a white uniform, who stood by a window talking to a tall man wearing stars and a ribbon.
Prince Andrew stood by a window talking to the ladies and listened to her.Advertisement
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
Natasha stepped up to the window and pondered.
A small frosted window allowed light to enter the room that was obviously a storage space for heirlooms.
It's a very small window.
Han chuckled from his position near the window.
Anatole brought two candles and placed them on the window sill, though it was already quite light.
The shutters were all closed, except at one window which was open.
There! shouted the Frenchman at the window, pointing to the garden at the back of the house.
She sighed and walked over to the window seat.
She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
With everything ready, they sat on the window seat and watched for Alex.
He pressed his face against the window and managed a forlorn goodbye wave.
Releasing the curtain, she turned away from the window.
Rolling down the window, she backed out of the garage.
Again she saw Nick's face in the car window.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled into a shivering ball, staring through the window into the darkness.
She was putting supper on the table when she glanced out the window and noticed Giddon riding Diablo back into the yard.
She woke to bright sunlight shining through her window and jumped from the bed, tugging on a pair of shorts and a blouse.
She sat staring absently out the window.
She turned and gazed out the window.
He walked around it and then leaned down to look in the window.
Leaping on the bed, which was now in her room at the Giddon home, she bounced up to the window.
Escape was hampered by the fact that the window wouldn't open.
A quick glance through the window revealed the black car stopping beside the building.
Yancey stepped out and glanced out the window.
The window was barely large enough for her to pass through, but she might be able to get out that way.
She held her breath while she tugged at the window, letting it out in a sigh of relief when the sash lifted quietly.
She stared out the window at the colorless winter landscape.
She opened her eyes and blinked at the sunlight streaming through her window.
Cassie turned her face to the window.
Darcie leaned back and stared out the window.
She turned and stared out the window.
He nodded again and turned away, staring out the window while he sipped the coffee.
She wandered through the house, peering out the window until she spotted a small shed.
She watched from the family room window as he wolfed the food - a habit that had prompted Cade to dub him Scruffy.
You know, this house wouldn't be as cold if there were some curtains on the window and some rugs on the floor.
She crossed to the window and stood watching another majestic sunset.
She dressed as the sun was sending its first rays through the bathroom window.
He stared absently out the window and continued.
I reached under the seat for the gun as I rolled down the window.
I crossed the mighty Missouri River, leaving agrarian Nebraska in my rear view window.
The details are just now being posted but the murder occurred so long ago, I think it's outside your window.
The intruder fell back out the window.
Once there however, Quinn had nailed the time perfectly as Howie saw our target approach the window!
The warmth was nearly enough for me to nod off when I heard a honk and Molly waved from Betsy's side window as she slowly circled.
I was fumbling with the window when I heard heavy footsteps move close to my door.
Unlatching the window, I tried desperately to raise it!
I started to open the window to get out of there but I guess he heard me because he kicked down the door and grabbed me and cut me.
The vehicle has a Wall Drug bumper sticker and an emblem from a Kansas campground in the back window.
We're following a hunger and when it's ripe, all common sense and caution fly out the window.
I was there when Quinn hid it after Martha locked them out and he had to pry a window.
Green-eyes stepped between Bianca and Purple-eyes, and Purple-eyes backed towards the window again.
She was staring out the window.
Jonny's gaze darkened, and he rose, pacing to the window.
He pushed himself out of bed and stood for a long moment, gazing out the window at the fields of winter wheat glowing in the moonlight.
George gave a long, noisy sigh and turned, pointing out a window.
The window rolled down, and his chief assassin glared at him.
The woman was halfway out the window on the opposite end of the firelit room.
He crossed to the window.
He snatched the phone and rolled down the window, tossing it.
At the far end of the main floor of Jonny's new home glowed a panoramic window fitted into the mountainside.
Chairs lined the window, and she saw why.
The window overlooked the neighboring mountain, coated in white with clouds clinging to its peak.
Jonny had been drawn to the view as she was and stood before the window.
Satisfied to have found his room, Jenn made her way back to the window, where Jonny remained.
He sat and stared out the window while nibbling on a piece of cheese from the plate of cheese and crackers on a small table at his side.
The window was open, assuring her it was neither cold nor raining.
She stood before the window, feeling very much like a prisoner in her new world.
He rose, as if on autopilot, turned, and faced the window.
Sofia gazed out the window, mulling over the night.
She unraveled herself from her favorite chair near the window.
There was no backdoor in the kitchen, but Traci had wedged the window over the sink open.
She waved Sofia over frantically before climbing on top of the sink and wriggling through the window.
Damian appeared, a fragmented vision, as if the vamp had been peering through a foggy window.
The next morning, the sight of snow falling outside her window drew her gaze as she packed for the evacuation.
She approached the window, amazed at the snow, until her gaze fell to a figure kneeling like a dark gargoyle in the middle of the white lawn.
He looked away, towards the window, hands on his hips.
The window was open to the summer evening and the bottle-opening revelers could be heard clearly as he sat on their bed.
Between bites, Martha regaled the few late rising guests that lingered around the dining room with stories of her adventure and the bus window sights she'd visited.
He led her to the window.
She crawled up on the window seat and curled into a ball.
He's outside my window.
It might have even blown in the open window from a passing car.
The abbey, though greatly mutilated, is full of interesting details, and includes a lofty tower, a marble screen, a chapter-house, a notable east window, several fine tombs and an altar of St Francis.
He remembered that close by his window there was a climbing vine filled with beautiful sweet flowers.
Once there were eleven tadpoles in a glass globe set in a window full of plants.
As I sit by the window writing to you, it is so lovely to have the soft, cool breezes fan my cheek and to feel that the hard work of last year is over!
She stumbled upon Belle, who was crouching near the window where Captain Keller was standing.
When the sun got round to the window where she was sitting with her book, she got up impatiently and shut the window.
One pleasant morning in the beautiful springtime, I thought I was sitting on the soft grass under my dear mother's window, looking very earnestly at the rose-bushes which were growing all around me.
Everyone crowded to the window, the Englishman in front.
One hand moved as if to clutch the window sill, but refrained from touching it.
Boris and Natasha were at the other window and ceased talking when Vera entered.
Coming out of Kutuzov's room into the waiting room with the papers in his hand Prince Andrew came up to his comrade, the aide-de-camp on duty, Kozlovski, who was sitting at the window with a book.
He took out a notebook, hurriedly scribbled something in pencil, tore out the leaf, gave it to Kozlovski, stepped quickly to the window, and threw himself into a chair, gazing at those in the room as if asking, "Why do they look at me?"
Rostov looked out of the window and saw Denisov coming home.
Princess Mary shuddered; her nurse, putting down the stocking she was knitting, went to the window and leaning out tried to catch the open casement.
As she was crossing the anteroom she saw through the window a carriage with lanterns, standing at the entrance.
Rostov moved to the window to see whom he was speaking to, and saw the quartermaster, Topcheenko.
Just before the window was a row of pollard trees, looking black on one side and with a silvery light on the other.
Prince Andrew leaned his elbows on the window ledge and his eyes rested on that sky.
He recognized her, guessed her feelings, saw that it was her debut, remembered her conversation at the window, and with an expression of pleasure on his face approached Countess Rostova.
Nastasya Ivanovna the buffoon sat with a sad face at the window with two old ladies.
Chernyshev was sitting at a window in the first room with a French novel in his hand.
Alpatych looked out of the window and went to the door.
She sat by the window listening to his voice which reached her from the garden.
Unconsciously she sat up, smoothed her hair, got up, and went to the window, involuntarily inhaling the freshness of the clear but windy evening.
He is gone and no one will hinder you, she said to herself, and sinking into a chair she let her head fall on the window sill.
For a long time that night Princess Mary sat by the open window of her room hearing the sound of the peasants' voices that reached her from the village, but it was not of them she was thinking.
The count stood still at the window and listened.
That old man noticed a face thrust out of the carriage window gazing at them, and respectfully touching Pierre's elbow said something to him and pointed to the carriage.
Natasha's face, leaning out of the window, beamed with quizzical kindliness.
Natasha continued to lean out of the window for a long time, beaming at him with her kindly, slightly quizzical, happy smile.
You can see it from the window, she said to her cousin, evidently wishing to distract her mind.
And as if in order not to offend Sonya and to get rid of her, she turned her face to the window, looked out in such a way that it was evident that she could not see anything, and again settled down in her former attitude.
Through the open window the moans of the adjutant could be heard more distinctly.
Jule rose and paced to the window.
And when my father finds you lurking in the bushes beneath my window?
Light poured in from a large window, and a fan overhead made the curtains flutter.
Damian crossed to his window and gazed out at the setting sun.
Moonlight drifted in through a window, and she stared in confusion.
Her window was on the other side of her room.
The men were dispersing, and her heart leapt when she saw Damian's gaze riveted to her window.
The window to a balcony was open, allowing in a cool night breeze that made the fire in the hearth dance.
She suddenly realized the curtains were open, and the sun streaming into her window didn't hurt her eyes.
She looked again at the sunlit courtyard beyond her window.
Damian crossed to the window.
Sofia jerked from her place beside her window, not sure which voice came from her head and which from the handsome man before her.
Dean rolled down his window to let out the smoke.
Pushing himself away from the book that would reveal nothing he sought, he went to the small, square window overlooking the stone structure of the Sanctuary.
He went to the window opposite the figure and closed his eyes, then whipped the curtain open.
Movement outside the window caught Carmen's attention.
His attention was immediately drawn to the car outside the window.
Later that evening, Carmen was reading a book to Destiny and Jonathan was sprawled out on the window seat, reading a book about horses.
He leaned his head into the window to look at the odometer.
Through the window she saw Alex vault the fence and hit the ground running.
She placed her hands on the window and leaned her forehead against the cool glass.
Carmen peeked out the window and saw the blue BMW.
As she put the car in drive, something smashed the back window with a loud crash.
All of them screamed, and a frantic backward glance revealed the back window shattered and ready to fall in.
As the patrol car came over the hill, she rolled down her window and waved.
The patrol car came to a stop beside her, the window down.
While her car was in the shop getting a new back window, Carmen drove a rental car.
Sometime in the night Alex came and lifted her off the window seat.
Through the window she watched him stand and walk over to the porch rail, watching them intently.
That night she slept on the window seat, and he didn't come get her.
Curling up on the window seat, she gazed out at the moonlit scene on the valley below.
She sat up, peering out the window.
The balmy morning breeze drifting in from the small window was fragrant with the scents of the ocean and bread from the Sanctuary's kitchens.
Warmth bloomed within her while her heart beat with more excitement than a moth outside a lighted window.
Moonlight streamed through one window while the rest of the house was dark.
He glanced around the penthouse decorated in dark colors with flashes of burgundy and brown, attention settling on the familiar skyline visible through the window.
She caught sight of herself in a store window.
She rolled up her window, watched him return to his car, and cursed.
As usual, the next stop filled the train, and she looked with some irritation at a five-year-old who shoved by her legs to stand next to the window beside her.
He was dressed in worn clothing and shoes and flattened his palms against the window, as if he'd never been on a train before.
He turned to her twice and pointed out the window as the scenery whizzed, but she ignored him, reading instead.
A car approached, and a window lowered.
He led her to the window overlooking the street.
His clothing was thick and heavy this night, as if he expected to be standing outside her window until dawn.
She followed, intent on having her tea by the window as she did every morning.
The air was chilly, but she left the window open to the street sounds and the cold, wanting to feel normal.
Wiggling her toes in the plushest carpet she'd ever felt, she leaned against the window sill, exhausted yet wired.
Another boom, another flash of light outside the window, another shudder as the building struggled to stand upright.
She tiptoed through the glass and leaned out the window, eyeing the wide ledge.
The Irish rock blaring from the bar below was loud enough, and cigarette smoke already curled in through the window.
He ignored her and tossed it out the opened window.
She took a step back, but he only snatched the scarf and flung it, too, out the window.
The other pen and pad of paper went flying out the window.
He took the bottle and tossed it out the window.
He didn't answer but crossed to a window and flipped on a light.
He sat at the window overlooking the street two dozen stories below.
I should've asked first, Gabriel said with a glance toward the window.
Gabriel crossed to the window and stared at where the dark ocean and night sky met in the distance.
She glanced out the window and spotted the Arch.
The wooden door and whitewashed walls --along with the open window above the bed allowing in balmy air --soon brought to mind a more tropical place.
A storm brewed on the horizon, visible through the window behind Death.
Rhyn emerged from the shadows near the window, dressed in black with his hair tied back.
She exited the brightly lit room into the hallway, crossing to look out the nearest window at the falling snow.
He took a sip, gaze going to the snow falling outside the window.
Jade crossed to the window and looked out, formulating a plan to let the demons into the castle using Sasha.
Rhyn trotted to a window.
Hannah, you have to trust me when I tell you jumping out that window is a better death than what this thing will do to you!
Katie said, dragging her sister toward the window.
The first light of day filtered in through the small square window above her bed.
He tossed the last one out the window.
Kris.s gaze darkened, and he stood, pacing to the window.
The window of her weakness was short, only a week in mortals. time, but long enough for him to act.
Today she wanted to see the window to space in the galley Evelyn wanted her to see.
The massive warrior paced to the window.
She'd expected him to go out the window to avoid detection.
The prisoner squatted below a window and appeared to be listening for signs of pursuit.
Evelyn sat at the window seat, gazing at the dark sky as she had every night since Kiera disappeared.
She went to the window at his words.
The pale glow of the moon shone through the uncurtained window, casting an elongated shadow from the overturned chair.
She pivoted around, as far as her seatbelt allowed, practically hanging over the seat as she looked out the back window.
She was easily recognizable, her dark hair streaming in the breeze of her partially open window.
The small undated photo was quite dark but showed a couple, perhaps in their thirties, standing before a church window.
She was promptly chased away by the mourning women and sulked off to her spot in the window.
To Dean, she seemed a tad pensive as she sat next to the window.
Donnie wouldn't respond, turning away from his father toward the window.
I gaze from my window to the hill as I watch the warm glow from his home and pray he perhaps is thinking of me as I am thinking of him.
In spite of the cold, I try to open the window to rid this room of the smoke and whiskey breath of those who visited here, but the frame is frozen fast.
I gaze out my window as the moon is slowly slipping away and I long for the warmth of the morning.
Shadows danced in tune with a slight breeze from the inch of open window and a sentinel pine tree beyond.
The snow seems to trap me, as it does with the small squirrel I am watching from my window.
A woman, dreaming of her pending marriage, scratched in tiny letters with her diamond, 'So in love, says everyone,' on the pane of her bedroom window.
I took the ring you gave me and I too scratched that identical message on my bedroom window, the very same room where you and I have stolen our few hours together.
Her door was ajar and the chill from an open window washed over him.
If it was Bird Song where Annie lived, perhaps the scratched window pane is still here!
Would you scratch that on a window pane for me? she teased.
I don't know, something innocuous like pour a glass of wine and dump it down the sink, or open and close a window.
Jackson sat in the chair by the window, taking in the landscape.
When Sarah returned to Jackson's room he still sat at the window.
It has the bay window, great natural light.
Elisabeth walked him to his car as Miriam watched from the window.
She tapped on the window and Katie rolled it down.
He was gazing down at her, their faces illuminated by light coming through the window in the door.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Carmen trudged across the room and drew the curtains back from her window.
She slammed the coffee cup in the sink and the hot liquid splashed against the window.
He gazed out the window at the winter scene.
Carmen woke to a dim light shinning through her bedroom window - only the window was in the wrong place - and the bed was hard.
The next time she opened her eyes, sunshine filtered through alabaster blinds on a hospital window.
His words were like a ray of sunshine through the window on a cold winter morning.
A large bay window sported a roomy window seat.
I like the window seat.
His voice was husky as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the window seat.
He rose from the window seat and turned to face her.
He led her to the window seat again, and they sat there watching the sun set.
A window in the ceiling opened.
Lana asked, eyes on the window.
Brady's gaze went to the window.
You can influence anything, Tim, so I assume this is your idea and your window.
He looked away, at the blue sky visible through the window.
Gabriel gazed out the window of the small room, thinking.
In Hell, Darkyn stood before the hourglass perched on a window sill in his study.
The black sand had run out. He'd missed his window. Rather, he missed this window. He looked over at the demon standing before him. At least one of his super-demons had survived. This one still wore half a face, that of Death's favorite assassin, Gabriel.
The super-demon bowed his head and left. Darkyn watched him go then looked again at the hourglass. He hadn't expected Death to quit, but she was about to give him a new window of opportunity, one that might be more powerful. He might soon take over the underworld and its army of souls.
Any suggestion of an open window shade or even a night-light was summarily dismissed.
Or maybe that half blew back in the window when someone tore it in two and tossed it.
Dean walked up to the open driver's side window, startling the man behind the wheel, mid-bite in his hamburger.
Dean turned the car away from town, opened the window to let in the fresh May night, and headed south toward route 309 and Whitney's Motel.
A waitress wearing a lace cap denoting her Pennsylvania Dutch heritage seated him at a small corner table by the window.
When Cynthia saw the word "Morgue" in gold letters on the frosted window, Dean thought he was going to lose her completely.
At first it didn't register but then he quickly crossed to the window and looked out.
Any hint that we're looking at Byrne or anyone else as having taken that money stops the war and our leverage goes out the window.
Ethel was standing by the window, handkerchief in hand, looking like an Indian mourner at her husband's pyre.
Biting her lip, she turned away from him and stared out the window.
She turned her head to the window.
Burgess rose and crossed to the window.
Once again he moved to the window and looked out.
Alex paused, staring wistfully out the window.
Watching the house on the hill from the kitchen window, she knew a moment of regret when his lean silhouette disappeared into his house.
Later, when she glanced out the window, he was gone.
From the kitchen window she stared at his house.
In the house, she stared at the wild scene through the bay window.
He walked to the window seat and looked out the bay window.
She was too sleepy to bother Alex, so she moved to the window seat and curled up against the chill.
Rolling over on her back, she looked out the window.
Throwing back the covers, she slid off the window seat and headed for the door, using her fingers as a comb to put her hair in some kind of order.
He had one recliner in the living room, plus the window seat.
She walked to the window and looked out.
She stared out the window.
Besides, She glanced out the window at the drive.
Through the living room window Carmen saw a white truck slow down to pull in the drive.
Gripping the door handle as if she intended to jump out, she stared out the window.
He motioned to the window seat.
Sensing motion, she opened her eyes to find Alex leaning across her, placing a long stemmed glass on the window sill beside her.
He sat his glass on the window sill and stretched out his legs.
Taking her hand, he led her to the window seat and kicked off his boots.
That evening she was fixing supper when she glanced out the window in time to see a white truck pull up at her house.
She sat down on the window seat and watched as the men walked up the hill with rifles.
Bedtime began with their ritual of sitting on the window seat in each other's arms, watching their farm in the growing darkness.
Carmen Barnett curled up on the window seat and watched from the bay window as the sun cast its first rays on the farmstead below.
When the Elk grazed on this hill, they could be seen from the bay window.
She and Alex spent a lot of time on that window seat, admiring their combined efforts and property.
She glanced out the window.
Alex was at the last window, blowing her a kiss.
Sleep finally came, though, and next morning she woke to the sound of birds outside her window.
Carmen's attention drifted from the boys and she gazed out the bay window at the old farmhouse.
Through the bay window she could see Josh standing on the porch.
She mopped up the water and sat down on the window seat.
She leaped off the window seat and dashed for the phone, catching it on the second ring.
He glanced around at the single window and the 3/4 bed.
She went to the window and stared down at the flowers.
Like throwing that kiss from the airplane window — and I just stared.
Without a word, he carried her to the window seat.
His chest felt warm against her back as she stared blindly out the window.
Finally he lifted her from the window seat and carried her to their bed.
He twirled his fork in the spaghetti and glanced out the window.
She wandered into the living room and stared out the bay window.
From the window a flower box was visible, overgrown with weeds.
A bird's nest was built on one end and cobwebs covered the window.
She had a feeling of being watched and glanced up to find Alex lounging on the window seat, watching her reflectively.
He dropped a leg off the window seat to make room for her and she sat down in front of him.
She rested her hands on his arms and they gazed out the window, watching the shadows darken on the farmstead.
He shifted his attention to the darkness outside the window.
When he returned, Alex moved over to the window with his back to her.
She went to the window seat and stared past the old tree at the Farmstead, but it no longer beckoned.
Carmen was sitting on the window seat when Alex drove up Monday evening.
He crawled onto the window seat opposite her and crossed his legs, laying the clipboard on them while he scanned through her plans.
She sat on the window seat and touched his arm.
He stretched his legs out and slid them off the window seat.
She avoided the recliner, choosing the window seat instead.
Why don't we ever sit on the window seat any more?
But I thought the window seat was your favorite place.
I like that place over there by the window.
He took her hand and led her to the window seat.
She sat down on the window seat and he crawled up beside her.
For a little while, she even forgot about the fear, but as they rose from the window seat, her gaze was drawn back to the chair.
Turning from the window, she spotted Jonathan climbing the stairs.
Strong warm arms lifted her gently from the chair and she clung to Alex as he carried her to the window seat.
She leaned against his chest, staring out the window with bleary eyes.
Jonathan climbed onto the window seat with them and wrapped his arms around them.
Alex took her arm and led her to the window seat, where he sat down beside her and took her hand.
Carmen stood at the nursery window, watching the baby for a long time before Alex came to get her.
The tiny main room of the small dwelling was lit by one window.
She stood before the panoramic window of his lair, gazing at snowfall so thick, it hid the nearby mountains from sight.