Quotes About Crystal

I solidify his [ Riccardo Tisci] vision and what he is trying to manifest, make it a crystal or solid thing because of the relationship I have with my culture and what my music means to him.

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...

LiniÈ™te, pulsul... aÈ™adar: sunt un cristal È™i m? dizolv în ea, în I. Simt absolut limpede cum se topesc, se topesc muchiile È™lefuite care m? limiteaz? în spaÈ›iu - eu dispar, m? dizolv în genunchii ei, în ea, devin tot mai mic - È™i în acelaÈ™i timp tot mai larg, mai mare, mai de necuprins. Pentru c? ea nu e ea, este universul.

Enthusiasm is as brittle as crystal, but Common Sense is durable as brass.

Excessive purity is like a glass plate. It may be highly polished and crystal bright, but it is still small, thin, fragile. One day, some slight pressure will crack it, and it will cut your fingers. And, in any event, isn't glass a compound? Can it really claim purity?

To Ryuji the smile seemed as brittle as fine glass crystal and very dangerous

History is a record of destruction. One must always make room for the next ephemeral crystal. For history, to build and to destroy are one and the same thing.

In a crystal we have clear evidence of the existence of a formative life principle, and though we cannot understand the life of a crystal, it is nonetheless a living being

And, on the ocean's crystal mirror,

Cerul acela nu ne mai sorbea, îns? durul s?u cristal nocturn ne strivea.

You have the right to kill me, but you don't have the right to judge me. That's life. There's nobility in that. There's focus. It's genuine. It's crystal and it's pure and it's available to everybody, so just shut your traps and put down your McDonalds, your vaccines, your Us Weekly, your TMZ and the rest of it.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew

Anne, commenting on city life] I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal.

His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.

I imagine a soul is a little perfect crystal egg floating in your chest. Somewhere deeper than where they put your heart. Somewhere so deep inside that the doctors can't find it with all their machines and microcameras.

The dining hall itself was splendid; high-vaulted, with enough decorative pennants and banners and hanging crystal to suggest that the master of this manse desired to at least imitate the trappings of a nobility he did not possess through natural descent. Oil-lamps of filigree and gold illuminated the great room while the profusion of precious objects far exceeded what he had encountered in the hallway. It was an ostentatious display of wealth that bordered on the obscene.

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.

La verità è una scheggia di ghiaccio.

Chiswell's and Winn's offices were in the Palace of Westminster itself, which, with its vaulted ceilings, libraries, tearooms and air of comfortable grandeur, might have been an old university college. A half-covered passageway, watched over by large stone statues of a unicorn and lion, led to an escalator to Portcullis House. This was a modern crystal palace, with a folded glass roof, triangular panes held in place by thick black struts.

MARBLE STEPS COMPLAINT White dew grows on the marble steps, And in the long night, soaks into my stockings. But now I let the crystal curtain down, And gaze through it at the autumn moon.

As far as spiritual influences in Christian music, I would say Crystal Lewis - a lot of her songs especially. The ministry she has through her songs has really hit me.

In the course of their next two or three meetings he frequently repeated this little act of vengeance. It was simple and, since both Helmholtz and the Savage were dreadfully pained by the shattering and defilement of a favourite poetic crystal, extremely effective.

What a strange life I lead- a kind of Cinderella-life-half glitter in crystal shoes, half mice and cinders! But it is a wonderful life all the same.

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.