In that smooth fortress of glass, I caught a glimpse of my corruption gripping steel, which before I had thought of as my salvation, but now represented my obliteration.

A glass of happiness fills whole body. (Un verre de bonheur – Remplit tout le corps)

I have liquid lips, and my kisses are smooth as wine. Why pour you a glass when you can drink from the bottle?

A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.

It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions.The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted...

Moshing and broken glass just don’t go together.

No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler,...

What do you call a schooner in a wine glass? Port.

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?

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

If my skull were made of glass, I wouldn’t want you to see my thoughts, so I’d fear going bald.

Bourbon, Kentucky bourbon especially, is like Dante’s Inferno in a glass, fire walks down your throat, lungs, and heart and everything in between with an unpleasant after-taste. We got along just fine.

One drop of wine is enough to redden a whole glass of water.

Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.

Being an entrepreneur is like eating glass and staring into the abyss of death.

LIII.What is the holiness of conversation? It isto master death.

Visual presentation of our heritage in glass is needed.

I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear.

We may shine, we may shatter,We may be picking up the pieces here on after,We are fragile, we are human,And we are shaped by the light we let through us,We break fast, cause we are...

For now. But if I ever decide you’re useless, you are a dead man.”To be killed by you is to be desired more than a life excluded from your service.”Bravo.” Her Imperial Viciousness laughed with...

On my bedside table is a snow globe with a winterscape inside. Church, park bench, girl standing shin-deep in snow. Tip the snow globe over and a blizzard of slow snow falls over church and...

People who live in brick houses shouldn’t throw wrecking balls

There is truth, my boy. But the doctrine you desire, absolute, perfect dogma that alone provides wisdom, does not exist. Nor should you long for a perfect doctrine, my friend. Rather, you should long for...

Everyone breathing is broken. Keep breathing light into them until the stained glass collage takes your breath away.

And even, if circumstances required, a contingency plan for his contingency plan’s contingency plan.

Se lei vuole una cosa e però ne ha paura non ha che da mettere un vetro in mezzo… tra lei e quella cosa… potrà andarle vicinissimo eppure rimarrà al sicuro… Non c’è altro… io...

Meditation is the soul’s perspective glass.

I have a sliding glass door on my closet, and when I slide it one way I can see all my uniforms, and the other way is all my own clothes.

Broken glass. It’s just like glitter, isn’t it?

Well now,” the scholar went on, “I’m just an old fuddy-duddy who could use a tan, so you needn’t grant my opinion any authority, but I consider the queendom lucky that a handful of Milliners...

When you look through a window you gasp at the beautiful tree in the backyard or the magical sunrise coming over the horizon, No one looks at a window and is taken away by the...

Your glass seems like it will always be half full even it falls down and shatters to pieces

Be careful not to appear obsessively intellectual. When intelligence fills up, it overflows a parody.

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

No thanks, I’m asexual.

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.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I mess up the laundry, don’t answer my phone and blame the world when...

Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it. “Glad to see you, too,” she whispered, and pressed her cheek against the smooth surface. It almost felt like it hugged her back.”Dude, it’s a house,”...

Some say the glass is half full and blush,Some say it’s half empty and sink,I feel you are in the midst of,reaching out for another awesome drink!

There really isn’t anything more refreshing then iced Coke out of the old-school glass bottles.

If I offer you a glass of water, and bring back a cup of ice, I’m trying to teach you patience. And also that sometimes you get ice with no water, and later you’ll get...

…Alright, Mandy Valems,” Alecto agreed.

Taking a break. Been working solid for the last few hours, as opposed to working liquid, which is more drinkable. Can I pour you a glass of productivity?

Trust is a delicate idea, held up by time and togetherness. But one person slips and the whole thing shatters. Like glass. and young girls’ hearts.

As a screenwriter and a half-Jew, I tend to look at the glass half-empty.

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.

Fireworks made of glass. An explosion of dew. Crescendo. Diminuendo. Silence.There are drugs that work the same, and while I am not suggesting that our founder purchased the glassworks to get more drops, it is...

I saw myself in a piece of glass that wasn’t a mirror. Was that my doppelganger or my clone? Who was that? Who am I? Maybe if I hadn’t been acting like a reverse Peeping...

I like to look at the glass half full.