Quotes About Glass

This is such an amazing world, he said finally, putting the glass and magnet into his pocket. I love it here, except for the troubles with people.

If love were a product, the queue at the faulty goods desk would stretch right round the universe and back. It doesn't work properly. The seams come apart and it's full of powdered glass.

Bad weather always looks worse through a window.

Glass is the most magical of all materials. It transmits light in a special way.

I should like to elbow aside the established pieties and raise my martini glass in salute to the mortal arts of pleasure.

Quinn came over to refill his glass. He looked towards the bedroom door. Where'd you find the little blonde? Used to bounce it on my knee. Which knew? he asked. Could I touch it?

The music's still going, going absolutely nowhere, like Philip Glass on Quaaludes.

Then, were not summer's distillation left A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it nor no remembrance what it was. But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet, Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

put a glass of whiskey on the table.

Aveva visto il gelo disegnare motivi simili a foglie sul vetro, gocce di pioggia scorrere come lacrime su vecchie guance, il primo sole di primavera splendere polveroso sul tappeto turco e sulle assi di quercia macchiate del pavimento.

Eres un pesimista, ves siempre el vaso medio vacio! -No, lo veo medio lleno pero de veneno.

People who live in glass houses should not throw stones. How ironic that you utilize a fixed glass structure as your command HQ. You use as a luminous building to symbolize that you are transparent, have nothing to hide, or suppress when in essence, concealing, omitting, and obscuring is your forte.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.

I'm not an optimist. I'm a realist ... or maybe even a pessimist. The glass has water in it; that's all I know.

White spume flew its ghost against the glass.

Something miraculous + sad about the glass on the table. Water disciplined into a vertical cylinder. The depressing spectacle of our triumph over the elements.

The world beyond the glass is the world of masculine action. Everything she sees is what a man has built. But at each turn-off, each junction, women are waiting to know their fate.

It is a wan morning, low unbroken cloud; the light, filtering sparely through glass, is the color of tarnished pewter. How brightly colored the king is, like the king in a new pack of cards: how small his flat blue eye. There

Down a path worn into the woods, past a stream and a hollowed-out log full of pill bugs and termites, was a glass coffin. It rested right on the ground, and in it slept a boy with horns on his head and ears as pointed as knives.

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow he had let his heart turn to glass.

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow had let his heart turn to glass. He could feel the shattered shards of it lodged in his lungs, making his every breath painful.

Her eyes are the bright blue of chipped beach glass.

Maybe she does think her life is a friggin' fairytale, like her friend Claire had said once when they were both very drunk. 'Sophie, your problem is that you think life is a friggin' fairytale. You're so friggin' optimistic you don't just see the glass as half-full, you see it as full, of, of…pink champagne! And the thing is, the glass isn't full, Sophie! It's half empty!

Things aren't that simple," said Tiffany. "They are if we want them to be," said Vid. He swept up the final shards of glass and stood. "You're getting yourself all worked up over nothing. You're finding catastrophes.