Glass Quotes
You might say “no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”, and I will say "watch me".
I wanted to say all these things about how you just have to hold on to the things you love and let go of all the rest.
It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re deprived of something meaningful.
It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful, the way I actually did.
Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea.Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink.Is the glass part full or part empty?Take another sip.And now?
...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...
Trust is like a glass vase, beautiful except there is no way of putting it back together when it breaks.
Wyatt told me once that if tenderness were a disease, I’d be terminal.
Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild and wired with no place to put those feelings.
No story is worth telling without the twists and turns. Make them count instead.
Find what makes you happy and go for it with all your heart. It will be hard, but I promise it will be worth it.
People are seen through the stained glass window of our imagination. ( "The hidden sides of his character" )
...It is only now that memory works both ways. Which of us dreamed it - those from the country of nights five times as warm and as cold, or those who turned away and woke?
Are you in love? What makes your heart beat faster? What do you want people to think about when they hear your name.
I am a complicated person with a simple life and I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.
A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note, " he said, "but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor.
When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend’s sisters, I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was not alone.
I forgot to supannoyancefrom his glass full ofmingled dread and rageNow let me takea small draught of solacefrom my own little cupfull of predicaments!From the poem- Draught
Dr. John Nash Ott had discovered by 1987 that glass, artificial light sources, electricity and electronic systems were having extensive detrimental effects on plants, animals and humans.
When you look at a piece of delicately spun glass you think of two things: how beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.
I think I sense a tone of honesty, if honesty exists in this world.
Only if we transvalue the plain-vanilla standards of our life, we may bring back things to light and sense the lies behind perceptions. ("Behind the frosted glass")
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don’t know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.
She looked defeated, a castle stormed, torn down, with no one living inside. She looked like a hollowed-out creature, only shell and no soul.
It is proven that the glass in your environment may be able to affect your health.
Sometimes, before you make any plans or resolutions, before you declare your heroic intent to persevere, you just have to cry.
One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me.
Seeing the glass as half empty is more positive than seeing it as half full. Through such a lens the only choice is to pour more. That is righteous pessimism.
Your glass seems like it will always be half full even it falls down and shatters to pieces
It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.
My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.
I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would.
My writing, it’s my way of making sense of everything. My way to feel whole. May I never be complete and may I never feel content – please, let me always have the need, always have the urge to write.
Nobody's cut out for this town, " Shane said. "Nobody sane anyway.""Says the kid who came back.""Yeah, kind of proves my point.
You're much shorter than my mom.""Brat, " she said, surprised into a giggle."That's no way to talk to a vampire.""Bloodsucking brat.""Better" he said.
Michael...Michael got bitten. And now he's a vampire. But he doesn't remember becoming one, and that's a big problem. So if you see him, don't, you know, hug. He bites. He doesn't mean it, though.
You could rattle the stars, ' she whispered. 'You could do anything, if only you dared.
Broken GlassI watched herBeardlessWith little ego, FightingOn top ofThe ceiling, Like CinderellaIn high heelsLooking forHer glass slippersNo ties required!!
When you kiss me, your lips upon mine, your kisses taste so sweet, just like a glass of good wine.