a mind to see Nan there, which I did, and so back again, and then out again to see Mrs. Bettons, who were looking out of the window as I come through Fenchurch Streete.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

LONDON: OFFICE OF THE NATIONAL ILLUSTRATED LIBRARY, 227 STRAND.
— from Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds by Charles Mackay

Then, putting the money in his pocket, he was about to change his clothes, but, looking out of the window and listening to the thunder and the rain, he gave up the idea, took up his hat and went out of the room without locking the door.
— from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I never was much for reading, but this is just like one of those stories.
— from The Marching Morons by C. M. (Cyril M.) Kornbluth

I shall leave the laws out of the discussion and shall speak of the arms.
— from The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli

High birth, distinguished rank, great dignity, or eminent employments, are no protection from its severities; and the lowest officers of the inquisition can make the highest characters tremble.
— from Fox's Book of Martyrs Or A History of the Lives, Sufferings, and Triumphant Deaths of the Primitive Protestant Martyrs by John Foxe

“May I look out of the window?”
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I was now entered on the seven-and-twentieth year of my captivity in this place; though the three last years that I had this creature with me ought rather to be left out of the account, my habitation being quite of another kind than in all the rest of the time.
— from The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Notwithstanding the occasional exhortation and chiding of his companion, the noise of the horsemen's feet continuing to approach, Wamba could not be prevented from lingering occasionally on the road, upon every pretence which occurred; now catching from the hazel a cluster of half-ripe nuts, and now turning his head to leer after a cottage maiden who crossed their path.
— from Ivanhoe: A Romance by Walter Scott

that linnet and goldfinch (and have any birds brighter eyes?) constantly repair their own and their young one’s eyesight with eyebright; that if loosestrife is thrown between two oxen when they are fighting they will part presently, and being tied about their necks it will keep them from fighting; that cocks which have been fed on garlick are “most stout to fight and so are Horses”; that the serpent so hates the ash tree “that she will not come nigh the shadow of it, but she delights in Fennel very much, which she eates to cleer her eyesight;” that, if a garden is infested with moles, garlic or leeks will make them “leap out of the ground presently.”
— from The Old English Herbals by Eleanour Sinclair Rohde

Not, that is to say, to the casual observer; but to the man who looked out of the aeroplane circling above much was visible which you or I would not see.
— from No Man's Land by H. C. (Herman Cyril) McNeile

Now it happened one day that Grettir was looking out of the entrance to his lair, when he saw a man with two attendants riding along the highway.
— from Grettir the Outlaw: A Story of Iceland by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

The Feast of Our Lady, otherwise of the Annunciation to the Virgin (25th March).
— from Phrases and Names, Their Origins and Meanings by Trench H. Johnson

Johnny, who was looking out of the window, yelled: "O Lord!
— from The Adventures of Uncle Jeremiah and Family at the Great Fair Their Observations and Triumphs by C. M. (Charles McClellan) Stevens

"Come, come," said D'Artagnan to himself, not having lost one of the details we have related, "this is a very fair gathering--circumspect, calm, accustomed to disturbance, acquainted with blows!
— from The Vicomte De Bragelonne by Alexandre Dumas

They two had been lifted out of this and carried hand in hand to some distant gypsy region.
— from The Seventh Noon by Frederick Orin Bartlett

In her simple gray dress, which showed the rippling beauty of every line, she was like one of these innumerable angels or virtues, by artists illustrious or forgotten, which throng the golden twilight of an Italian church; drawing back the curtains of a Doge; hovering in quiet skies; or offering the Annunciation lily, from one side of a great tomb, to the shrinking Madonna on the other.
— from The Mating of Lydia by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.

Nicolovius continued to look out of the window.
— from Queed: A Novel by Henry Sydnor Harrison