Quotes About Glass

The thing about the Mirror is that no one knows where it is. In fact, no one knows what it is." "It's a mirror," Simon said. "You know – reflective, glass. I'm just assuming.

The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window.

Ty: Just words I like. If I say them to myself, it makes my mind - quieter. Does it bother you? Kit: No. I was just curious what words you liked. Ty: It's not the meaning, just the sound. Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt. Kit: Whisper would be one of mine, too. Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns. Ty: Blackthorns.

If you ask a server for a seriously old wine in my neighborhood, they'll look at you funny and then bring you a half-finished glass from somebody else's table.

He holds his glass up and turns to me as a single flake catches on the rim before melting down the one side into an amber world where bubbles burst and are born, burst and are born.

On the heights above the river Xzan, at the site of certain ancient ruins, Iucounu the Laughing Magician had built a manse to his private taste: an eccentric structure of steep gables, balconies, sky-walks, cupolas, together with three spiral green glass towers through which the red sunlight shone in twisted glints and peculiar colors.

To follow my meal, I'd drink a glass of my uncle's homemade apricot schnapps. He puts it in beautiful glass bottles and sells it at his local market in Austria. You don't normally drink with Asian food, so this would be a fitting end to the meal.

I grant that people are generally uncomfortable with how fast privacy issues are changing in the world, but Google Glass is not going to move the needle on that.

We brick-and-mortar ourselves away from nature. The outside world is behind glass, underneath a slab of concrete, running through PVC. Our steel and concrete are suitable enough until nature comes knocking. And when she wants to get in, nothing can stop her.

The analysis of concepts is for the understanding nothing more than what the magnifying glass is for sight.

My understanding of romance novels was that it was on the beach with a glass of rose.

...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...

Glass is the world's worst spy camera. If you want to surreptitiously take photos, I would not use Glass.

Looking through the atmosphere is somewhat like looking through a piece of old, stained glass. The glass has defects in it, so the image is blurred from that.

For a century, everyone assumed that the iconic Tiffany lamps were conceived and designed by that American master of stained glass. Not so! It was a woman!

The Standard in Hollywood, when you check in, they have that sort of Area-like vignette behind the front desk with someone sleeping behind glass. An actual person.

This big part flies off on the floor. The other part goes like this and lands in my foot! Standing up! It's standing in my foot! Right in the side of my foot. The flute glass. I think I'm like in one of my own pictures.

Now they were audience, waiting for the actors on the other side of the glass to begin their drama.

Ich nannte das Glashaus

The city hurt to look at, all angles and glints of sun like shattered glass.

Eve rose stiffly when he strode out of the house. In silence, she watched Julia look after him. The male ego, Eve murmured as she crossed the room to put an arm around Julia's shoulders. It's a huge and fragile thing. I always envision it as an enormous penis made of thin glass.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window. Suave. Sultry. I'm neither of those things

The mutual warmth that is unknown, a single glass panel...... declares the beginning of everything

Her smile colud've broen glass.