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Welcome to my page of quotations about open windows and open-window weather. A house is just a totally different place with its windows open; the fresh air is invigorating! –ღTerri
The window is open and a warm, delicious little breeze comes wandering in. It smells of magnolias and dogwood and it whispers in our ears enticing little stories of gurgling brooks and cool woods. Yes, we have got spring fever and got it bad. ~Country Life, June 1922
So before long we can open the windows wide and let Spring in, and we can go out to the park or sit on a hillside and let Spring into us. ~Hal Borland, "Spring Is for Laughter," 1954
Exciting spring smells waft through wide open windows... ~David J. Beard (1947–2016), tweet, 2009
This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness...
~Ted Kooser, “A Happy Birthday,” Delights & Shadows, 2004
Where the sun does not go, there goes the doctor... Watch for the sun, for life and health dwell in the sun's beams; and when it is shining, open every window in the house until it goes down again. ~“Take Sun Baths,” Food, Home and Garden, November 1897
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.
~Richard Wilbur (1921–2017), "Love Calls Us to the Things of This World"
I know that marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut and a woman who can't sleep with the window open. ~Ogden Nash, "A Definition of Marriage," 1948
Open the window and door so that the room may become filled with good fresh air — for the play of the respiratory organs will be increased, and good air tells best. ~Mose Velsor (Walt Whitman), "Manly Health and Training," 1858
Spring: the music of open windows. ~Terri Guillemets
He plunged his head into a basin of cold water, threw open his window, and leaned out into the pure regenerating night. ~May Sinclair, "Disjecta Membra Poetæ," The Divine Fire, 1904
The west-winds blow, and, singing low,
I hear the glad streams run;
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.
~John Greenleaf Whittier, "My Psalm," 1859
It won't be long until the springtime, when we may open the windows and breathe God's fresh air... ~Charles F. Raymond, "The Springtime," Just Be Glad, 1907
Through the open window an air smelling of lavender and warm roses blew to him. ~May Sinclair, A Cure of Souls, 1924
And so the shadows fall apart,
And so the west-winds play;
And all the windows of my heart
I open to the day.
~John Greenleaf Whittier, "My Psalm," 1859
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window. ~Rumi, interpreted by Coleman Barks
She had taken her seat by the open window, and already felt strengthened by the influence of the air that stole so revivingly through the vines that shaded the casement, laden with breath of the flowers, and rendered balmy by the kisses of the dew. ~John Walker Brown, Virginia, or, The Lost and Found: A Tale, 1842
Scrub and polish,—sweep and clean,—
Fling your windows wide!
See, the trees are clad in green!
Coax the spring inside!...
~Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, "May," A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband with Bettina's Best Recipes, 1917
Through the open window the sounds of the country night were borne to her on the soft breeze. ~Tom P. Morgan, "Little Friend of Everybody," 1921
Rumbling of passing thunderstorms at nightfall. The first cool gusts blow through windows left open until the last possible moment... ~David J. Beard (1947–2016), tweet, 2011
An open window is good company, like the burning candle of Lichtenberg. ~Terri Guillemets, "Morning solitude," 2016 [Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742–1799): "Man loves company even if it is only that of a small burning candle." –tg]
It was a good sermon... He had built this discourse from well-seasoned timbers... He knew it well enough to trust his oratorical machinery with its delivery, while the rest of his mind meditated other things... But now all his by-thoughts were scattered at... Irene Straley. She was the traffic of his other brains now, while his lips went on enouncing the phrases of his discourse and his fists thudded the Bible for emphasis. He was remembering his boyhood and his infatuation for Irene Straley...
Doctor Crosson mopped his brow at the atrocity of his thoughts this morning. The springtime air was to blame. The windows were open for the first time. The breeze that lolled through the church had no right there. It was irreverent and frivolous. ~Rupert Hughes, "Pain," In a Little Town, 1917
Tonight, as I opened my window
And looked at the far away sky,
I breathed in the air, cold and frosty,
And gazed at the stars up so high.
And, then, I was suddenly conscious
That snowflakes were swirling around—
The very first snow of the season!—
Fast falling, without any sound.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "The First Snow of the Season," 1940s
published 2014 Mar 27
revised 2018 Dec 2
last saved 2023 Feb 12