Glass Girl Quotes

#1. There is a glass girl in my bed. If I ask too many questions she will shatter.

Chris Killen

#2. He'd had to fold his long legs into his desk. His boots had seen better days, and his jeans unraveled in a curiously irresistible way at the bottom. He didn't look like anyone I'd ever seen before. He reminded me of an actor in an old Western - Rock Hudson in Giant - all dark intensity.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#3. I smiled at him. Not even Wyatt would have known how to be this honorable when talking about a girl that had hurt him.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#4. In the girl's room on the chest of drawers stood the glass vase with the withered flowers, the water had evaporated, it was there that her blind hands directed themselves, her fingers brushed against the dead petals, how fragile life is when it is abandoned.

Jose Saramago

#5. Jo told me once that she was an old woman everywhere but in her studio. "There I'm only myself," she'd said. Standing in the middle of masterpieces that only Jo had ever seen and touched, I knew what she meant.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#6. Can't believe the school year is almost over, Beth said, in that voice that sounded like a teenage girl who had a throat full of broken glass and lug nuts.

Rachel Hawkins

#7. 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.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#8. Quit worrying so much about the boards and nails of your life. Focus on the stuff that lasts. He glanced through the window toward the glowing light of the kitchen where Meg and my mom were laughing about something.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#9. I'd known cruelty in a school - cruelty that would keep these amateurs up all night. But this kind of scene - crowds batting around a person because they thought he was weak - happened to be my personal trigger.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#10. Which one of them would make you the most sad if you had to live your life without him?

Susan Meissner

#11. But I understood, now, that we don't live only for ourselves. We're connected by millions of shared experiences and dreams and nightmares, all tied together with compassion.
I learned that even when we're going through our darkest winter, spring is waiting to appear.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#12. I know life all too well. But I turned from that path. I'm not a rat anymore. I'm the lightning girl, and now I have too many ideas to count. Freedom, revenge, liberty, everything that fuels the sparks within me, and the resolve that keeps me going.

Victoria Aveyard

#13. Hmmm. What you're saying is that you've never been kissed? He picked at a string on the blanket under us.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#14. With a damp palm, I turned the knob and cracked open the door. She was asleep in her freshly made bed. I can't explain how relieved I felt for this simple mercy. She was here and safe on clean sheets.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#15. 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.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#16. He was not going to die. She was not a girl of ice and glass at all, but a girl of sunshine and stardust, because Jacin wasn't going to die.

Marissa Meyer

#17. These aren't glass slippers," Brian said, dangling the gloves in the air, "but if I have to try them on every girl in LA to find my princess, I will.

Kelly Oram

#18. Looking at these people now from behind the counter, made her feel like that little girl again, the deprived child that used to press her nose on the glass, peering at things she could never have.

Effrosyni Moschoudi

#19. Every moment of our lives we make choices. Most we don't even know we're making, they're so dull or routine or automatic. Some are beyond explanation - like my mom choosing Wyatt's memory over Dad and me.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#20. A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by a tramp.

Vivian Stanshall

#21. All I knew to look for was a redheaded girl with strange magic. And you turned out to be Emery Thane's apprentice, of all people. How is the bugger? Still kicking, I hear.

Charlie N. Holmberg

#22. She was not a girl of ice and glass at all, but a girl of sunshine and stardust.

Marissa Meyer

#23. The girl in the knee-length white dress wasn't just waving at me and holding a cardboard sign with my name in Sharpied

Ruby Glass

#24. We bumped into other silent lines of kids going in the same direction. We looked like we were much younger and our lines were headed to the cafeteria or recess or the carpool line. Or it could've been a fire drill. Except for the stone-faced police officers weaving between us with rifles.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#25. I was a glass half full kind of girl. I had to be, otherwise I'd be a hand me the crack pipe kind of girl.

L. H. Cosway

#26. All these threads, like the ley-lines he'd read about in his Time-Life history books, converging on the Cicciaro girl, who lay there unaware, a glass-coffined beauty whose kingdom was in ruins.

Garth Risk Hallberg

#27. As though I had displeased the gods with my erotic hubris, I managed to be the only bisexual girl in the history of colleges who failed to arouse the interest of the campus queers immediately upon setting foot in the dorms.

Valentine Glass

#28. You're a girl?"
"Surprising, I know. Everyone thinks I'm older.

Sarah J. Maas

#29. Camus and Henry waved to me from that muddy truck. They both wanted me to get over myself.
So, this was me, getting over myself. And it was about time.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#30. Guys kick friendship all over just like a soccer, nonetheless it does not appear to crack. Girls deal with it like glass and it goes to items.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#31. I get that. For you, it's more than following a bunch of rules - no sex, no booze, no swear words, pray every night and twice on Sunday.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#32. Light, show yourself pure and strong,
Save a man from evil's throng,
Take a form, small and white,
Give this girl the strength to fight.

Clara Diane Thompson

#33. But Quinn held the fuzzy handcuffs in his hands, looking them over closely, and he smiled. Oh, hey, did you want to keep these for when your invisible boyfriend returns from his fake vacation?

Laura Anderson Kurk

#34. Uncommon anxiety came to us in common hours when other people were doing mundane things like taking out the trash or checking their phones. But there was nothing to be done for this. We couldn't change who we were or what had happened.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#35. Then let me be your mercy," he said. "I'll never be able to give you smart answers about why we suffer, but I can come into your world and try to be some kind of help to you.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#36. The ice cold fear I'd felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wall with other girls and surrounded by guys who were unspeakably brave, hit my body again in a wave. This was trauma - the gift that keeps on giving.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#37. He walked to Brooks's, intending to drink a glass of port, eat a joint of beef, and read the Times. But
even at his club, surrounded by all the trappings of the honorable British gentleman, he still longed for the
forbidden fruit; he still hungered for the hot, sweet kisses of an Italian girl.

Laura Lee Guhrke

#38. My daughter could do and be anything, without having to fight to get through the glass ceiling. Without having it be so extraordinary. If my daughter went to produce a soundtrack for a movie, there would be nothing extraordinary about a girl doing it. When I did it, it was highly unusual.

Ronee Blakley

#39. The techs tell him the girl on the other side of the glass hasn't said a word since they brought her in. It doesn't surprise him at first, not with the traumas she's been through, but watching her now from behind the one-way mirror, he starts

Dot Hutchison

#40. I could've gone on and on but the truth was all that mattered.
My brother died because someone was jealous.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#41. Meg," he whispered. "It wouldn't be real love if there weren't the possibility for another response to him. If we couldn't choose not to love him, then our love would be empty. That's why there's evil in this world, because there's free choice in this world. He allows the one to prove the other.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#42. Above the stage was a glass-floored second stage, which allowed customers to look up and watch another girl dancing overhead. This multidimensional display of poontang reminded me of the 3-D chessboard on Star Trek, which in turn reminded me that I was a huge nerd.

Diablo Cody

#43. I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble's neck. "Good boy," I said. "Trusty steed.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#44. I finally understood why so much monkey business happened in the backs of buses. Put us in close proximity, with wheels spinning under us, and nothing to do but wait, we're going to start thinking of lovely uses for our bodies. I don't care who you are.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#45. I don't want to treat my little girl like she's made out of glass or wrap her in bubble wrap or anything! And I also don't want to be constantly correcting her or warning her. Or my least favorite, reprimanding her.

Constance Marie

#46. I recognized Meg's swirly handwriting and crooked my index finger into the side of the envelope to rip it open. There was no letter. Just a picture.
A picture of Meg holding a picture of me.
The word HOME echoed through my body like a rifle shot.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#47. The boy who walks in the light. The girl who shatters the shining glass.

Marie Lu

#48. No sooner are her glass toes thrust into the mud grave than the revolutions begin. Uprisings, fire and steel. The prince is lynched in the ballroom with the dead girl's hair. Royalty's a thing of the past. The kingdom chooses their monarch.
Naturally, they elect a wolf.

Allyse Near

#49. Let's hope she's like the others, who look only at the surface. Let's hope she'd never think that a girl with black-velvet eyes and cut-glass cheekbones could be a witch.

Franny Billingsley

#50. For a single girl in London, luck isn't always a glass slipper that fits. Sometimes luck is a splash of mud from a passing bus.

Elizabeth Jane Howard

#51. When evening fell the boy would bring the girl a glass of tea, a slice of lemon cake, an apple blossom floating in a blue cup. He would kiss her neck and whisper new names in her ear: beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart.

Leigh Bardugo

#52. Most kids grow sullen and angry when they're working through issues, but Thanet mustered up another kind of bull-headed strength. The kind that sees beyond circumstances to what really matters. How could anyone hurt a soul that lovely?

Laura Anderson Kurk

#53. At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones; I wish like broken glass they could court light ... still I try to place these pieces back together, to set them firm, to make murdered girls live again.

Alice Sebold

#54. I found I could only glance at him for tiny moments and then I had to look away. He was perfect enough to hurt my feelings for a long time, and I wanted to let him.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#55. It's not that diamonds are a girl's best friend, but it's your best friends who are your diamonds. It's your best friends who are supremely resilient, made under pressure and of astonishing value. They're everlasting; they can cut glass if they need to.

Gina Barreca

#56. Grayson noticed me next to the lockers. He pointed at me then held his arms out magnanimously. "You're welcome, new girl," he said. "I just saved you from having to find a nice way to say no to the leg dragger.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#57. The girl who'd taken on a Pirate Lord and his entire island, the girl who'd stolen Asterion horses and raced along the beach in the Red Desert, the girl who'd sat on her own rooftop, watching the sun rise over Avery, the girl who'd felt alive with possibility ... that girl was gone.

Sarah J. Maas

#58. On the best nights, he'd appear outside the bookstore window and wait for me to unlock the door. He usually hadn't had time to shower between doing things with cattle and horses and coming to find me, and he looked older than us and stronger than us.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#59. In a half-empty-glass sort of world, I'm the little girl whose cup runneth over.

Sheila C. Johnson

#60. Wyatt told me once that if tenderness were a disease, I'd be terminal.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#61. A girl? Her mother looked at her, curiously, as if the word were unknown to her; ancient and puzzling as an artifact behind a glass encasement.

Abby Slovin

#62. Holiday? Is like, what? I'm a hyperactive girl, so it may be boring for me to be on the beach doing nothing. I just need to find a place for three weeks and work but sleep in the morning, maybe write a little bit, have a glass of red wine. That's my perfect holiday.

Melanie Laurent

#63. He leaned toward me and said his name like he was sharing a secret and it made me think he probably kept a lot of secrets. His smile was sweet and his teeth the tiniest bit crooked.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#64. In my mind, I saw a string stretching from Henry's heart at Quiet Waters to my heart. It was taut and it vibrated with Henry's worries and fears and I felt them all.
Deeply. I felt them all.

Laura Anderson Kurk