Quotes About Glass

When you're thirsty and it seems that you could drink the entire ocean that's faith when you start to drink and finish only a glass or two that's science.

Una tarde parda y fría de invierno. Los colegiales estudian. Monotonía de la lluvia en los cristales.

La imagen, tras el vidrio de equívoco reflejo, surge o se apaga como daguerrotipo viejo. Suena en la calle sólo el ruido de tu paso; se extinguen lentamente los ecos del ocaso.

The one time I'd ever babysat, the kid ran into a glass door and got a concussion.

I know places you better speak low if you've been to college. Men will come across the room and cold-deck you if you hold your glass wrong.

I've always wanted to put a little solarium on the back of my house. You know. Glass.

I do remember once going to Salzburg in Austria. Liverpool were playing a European game there, and they put me in a box behind glass. I hate being behind glass; I always want to feel part of the action.

I always had this New York fantasy of living in a glass high-rise.

I went from fashion to glass in 1995, and I'm very interested in architecture.

I think glass has so many different forms. Sometimes it comes off as something so breakable and fragile, but it's amazingly strong. It starts as sand, and it takes on different lives, but it is breakable.

BAME kids get discouraged - too many glass ceilings to break through.

Sometimes I feel my glass is a bit half empty and I am a bit Eeyore-ish.

No moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.

Meditation is the soul's perspective glass.

When you do what I do, there are a lot of institutions that give you awards. I've gotten maybe 20 medals. They're glorious, and there's a spirit behind them. But sometimes they give you this dreadful modern glass thing. I wish everyone could afford a loving cup.

Prosciutto should be thin and let light through like stained glass. Even I know that.

But he would give the Spainish no satisfaction. When they offered him a drink, he smashed the glass and ate the shards, preferring his own English blood to their sweet wine. He died soon after.

Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It's loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.

The picture is of happiness, the story not. Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It's loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.

I can't think of myself, my body, sometimes, without seeing the skeleton: how I must appear to an electron. A cradle of life, made of bones; and within, hazards, warped proteins, bad crystals jagged as glass.

a few brown leaves are stuck to the outside of the glass like leather tongues.

She's just jealous, people say, as if jealousy is something minor. But it's not, it's the worst, it's the worst feeling there is - incoherent and confused and shameful, and at the same time self-righteous and focused and hard as glass, like a view through a telescope. A feeling of total concentration, but total powerlessness.

When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.

Misty is the color of rain on a window.