Top 93 Quotes About Glass Heart
#1. No glass slippers, just a glass heart shattering into a million slivers of regret.
Donna Cooner
#2. I hope, in years to come, I shall hold my heart up and it will be a pane of clear glass, through which I see all, but nothing is distorted.
Catherynne M Valente
#3. Whatever you are physically ... male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy
all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.
Cassandra Clare
#4. She wondered what it sounded like when your heart broke. Glass shattering? The thundering roar of falling mountains? Or maybe the squishy rip of a real heart?
Jen Wylie
#5. In the morning I drink a glass of sunshine to brighten my heart. I smile to spread the light of life.
Debasish Mridha
#6. Any idiot can build bombs. Our Trinity sits not on some desert sand seared into glass at an abandoned, sad pillar of stones. It's in our heads and our hearts, it's in our genes, this beautiful, gorgeous marriage of money, freedom and ingenuity.
Bill Whittle
#7. You will be fierce. You will fearless. And you will make work you know in your heart is not as good as you want it to be.
Ira Glass
#8. What do I do now?
I didn't think my heart could break any more than it already has.
The pieces still inside of me feel like broken glass.
Every time I take a breath, they stab into me.
It never ends ...
H.M. Ward
#9. A broken heart is not a broken glass
ABC
#10. She was everything that was beautiful in his world. His light, his smile, his heart. If anything happened to her, he would die. But he couldn't keep her in a cage or behind glass, because then she would die. Or leave him. And that, he couldn't stand.
Kori David
#11. My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.
Sanhita Baruah
#12. This celebration here tells me that this work is not hopeless. I thank you for this teaching with all my heart and lift my glass to human solidarity, to the ultimate victory of knowledge, peace, good-will and understanding.
Albert Szent-Gyorgyi
#13. Her mother's last words rang in her head. Louder than the screams and shouts from outside the dropship. Louder than all the alarms. Louder than the frantic thud of Glass's broken heart.
Kass Morgan
#14. The homosexuals fist fuck in the steam room
while the janitor isn't looking. He calls
and never speaks but you can hear Oahu rain.
Press your ear against the glass and heart another
life
not happening, the soundless blur of snow
on the plasma screen.
Eric Gamalinda
#15. My heart is a field of lilies blooming under a pane of glass, pitter-pattering to life like a rush of raindrops.
Tahereh Mafi
#16. I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder into foam, smooth to green glass over sunken rocks, shatter to foam again. I was fascinated by how it sped by and yet was always there; its roar shook both the earth and me.
Wallace Stegner
#17. Shane stood up when he saw her, which made her heart turn cartwheels, and he pulled out her chair. Eve and Michael shared an amused look.
"So cute," Eve said. When Shane glared, she smiled. "No, really. It is. Dude, chill.
Rachel Caine
#18. 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
#19. Was this love? Because it hurt. It felt like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important - his heart or his head. And it was throbbing.
Novel You Against Me
Jenny Downham
#20. They say the eyes are the windows to our soul; glass gateways that do little to conceal our true self. Yet, for me, they're also the narrators of our heart and give insight to our well-kept secrets... secrets I wanted to remain hidden.
K.M. Golland
#21. I must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.
Victoria Aveyard
#22. He taught me there's a place on a man's back where, if you sink a blade in, you can pierce his heart and sever his spine, all at once,' Sebastian had said. 'I guess we got the same birthday present that year, big brother,' Jace thought. 'Didn't we?
Cassandra Clare
#23. Ellen, not for the wide world! But while she said it, madam - I was looking in her glass; of course, she didn't know I could see her - she put her little hand on her heart just like her dear mother used to, and lifted her eyes ... Oh, madam!
Katherine Mansfield
#24. If your heart were sincere and upright, every creature would be unto you a looking-glass of life and a book of holy doctrine.
Thomas A Kempis
#25. Maybe if we both wish hard enough, I will become invisible, with watery veins and glass bones. My translucent heart will beat on but my father will not notice me. He sees only my mother in the spaces around him.
Corrine Jackson
#26. Love is like a magnifying glass straight into the souls of those who own your
heart.
Mia Sheridan
#27. After long absence, of return / To my dear home - Oh, happiness! / To lie in blissful consciousness / Of all around: The picture there - / The books - the flower-glass filled with care / By a kind hand - And then to know, / 'Twas but to rise, and meet below / Such a heart's welcome!
Caroline Anne Southey
#28. One of the most challenging ways is to slow down enough to relax our heart and feel what is nearest. It could be the sun reflecting off of broken glass in an alley. It could be the shine on a crow. It could be snow on a lamp post.
Mark Nepo
#29. If you could, would you ask
For moonbeams in a heart of glass?
For sun rays on the silver sea?
Or would you ask for me?
Sarah Ockler
#30. In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart.
Vera Nazarian
#31. How simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea ... All that is required to feel that here and now is happiness is a simple, frugal heart.
Nikos Kazantzakis
#32. And like a soprano shattering glass, Juliet heard something snap deep inside.
It was the sound of her heart breaking.
Alexandra Potter
#33. God, and not woman, is the heart of all. But she, as priestess of the visible earth, Holding the key, herself most beautiful, Had come to him, and flung the portals wide. He entered in: each beauty was a glass That gleamed the woman back upon his view.
George MacDonald
#34. If the Vaults were the heart of Rifthold's underworld, then the glass castle was the soul of Adarlan's empire.
Sarah J. Maas
#35. Beneath his hands, my skin is so light and tight I half imagine I'm transparent. I'm glass for him, all the way to my blood-red, shining heart.
Alexis Hall
#36. Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,
what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!
George D. Prentice
#37. The giant console, high ceilings, and glass windows mean nothing than love from the heart.
Auliq Ice
#38. Relationship are like glasses, once it's broken it never be like before, as broken glass remain with the broken piece stains ever ...
Debolina Bhawal
#39. If I cannot carry your heart with me, let me carry your hate. For if you curse and scream at me, I'll at least know that you feel something for me. If I cannot make you mine, let me make you no one's. Let me place you in a glass jar and hear you pound against it.
Shvaugn Craig
#40. Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important - his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.
Jenny Downham
#41. Zelmo was nearly bellowing by the time he raised his glass to the tables center. 'To the human heart!' Diners at other tables glanced to see what was the matter.
Jonathan Lethem
#42. There was something in the moonlight tonight. It was stroking the stonework and spires, leaning into cracks between the cobblestones, caressing the stained-glass windows. She felt her heart lift with magic.
Jaclyn Moriarty
#43. For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.
Marc Chagall
#44. I haven't been very impressed lately.
By people,
or places,
or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.
Charlotte Eriksson
#45. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you.
Cassandra Clare
#46. I write because I'm in love with language; because I like working for myself, inside my head; and because it's the only way I know to make a stab at answering the never-ending questions of the heart that arise simply from the everyday living of our lives.
Julia Glass
#47. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.
Joanne Harris
#48. Her heart became a bird, trapped inside the glass box of her chest, flapping violently into wall after invisible wall, crumpling into a heap of broken hollow-bones on the transparent floor.
K.I. Hope
#49. Tell me what's the difference
between hope and waiting
because my heart doesn't know
It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting
It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope
Anna Kamienska
#50. I believe that being happy is the only important thing. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or torturous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.
Joanne Harris
#51. As much as I admire and value intellectualism and experimentation, I've discovered that unless a book has a throbbing heart as well as a sexy brain, I feel like the story is a specimen in a sealed glass jar and not a living, breathing creature I want to take by the hand and talk to for hours on end.
Myla Goldberg
#52. I would just like say to you with all my heart is that most everybody I know who does interesting creative work, they went through a phase of years where they had really good taste and they could tell what they were making wasn't as good as they wanted it to be.
Ira Glass
#53. In that moment her heart fell out of her chest. Like the glass filled vase he had brought to her, it dropped. It was shattered into a million small pieces.
J.B. McGee
#54. He sat beside the window in the dark, with his eyes closed. Hearing to the sound of the rain. The whisky in his glass burnt his throat, while the smoke of his cigarette filled his lungs and the fire inside his heart consumed his soul slowly.
Akshay Vasu
#55. To look into the mirror is to see the future, in blood and rubies.
Gregory Maguire
#58. 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.
Bruce Crown
#59. So when your hopes on fire,
But you know your desire,
Don't hold a glass over the flame,
Don't let your heart grow cold,
I will call you by name,
I will share your road.
Mumford & Sons
#60. 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
#61. Your heart is like glass, if it breaks, it's pretty hard to put it back together again.
Jared Leto
#62. His broken heart was unfeeling, like shattered glass in an acid bath.
Pete Townshend
#63. Each time it was like a stray bit of glass pressed into the softness of her heart, grinding, grinding, oh so silently until she no longer noticed when she bled.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#64. Because my love for you is like a glass rose. Care for it gently. Drop it once, you'd leave a mark. Drop it twice, and my heart will shatter into a million pieces.
Melissa M. Futrell
#65. People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.
Stephen King
#66. Oh, if there were only a true religion. Fool that I am, I see a Gothic cathedral and venerable stained-glass windows, and my weak heart conjures up the priest to fit the scene. My soul would understand him, my soul has need of him. I only find a nincompoop with dirty hair.
Stendhal
#67. Walking away, I mentally hear glass cracking under my feet because I step right over my shattered heart.
Belle Aurora
#68. Within my hearing you have spoken of the beauty of this small city. How standing inside the stained-glass confection of the old church was like being imprisoned inside a kaleidoscope of jewels. It was like being in the heart of the sun.
Neil Gaiman
#69. When I give myself over to a good novel, I surrender to the truths fashioned from one writer's heart, mind and soul. I do not waste a nanosecond wondering whether what I'm reading 'really happened.'
Julia Glass
#71. Are you in love? What makes your heart beat faster? What do you want people to think about when they hear your name.
Charlotte Eriksson
#72. The storm is over, there is sunlight in my heart. I have a glass of wine and sit thinking of what has passed.
P.G. Wodehouse
#73. No matter what you are physically, male or female , strong or weak, sick or healthy , everything is not as important as what you have in the heart . If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior . All those other things are just the glass of the lamp , but you're the light shining inside.
Cassandra Clare
#74. Tomorrow will come and today will pass, / But the hearts of the young are brittle as glass.
Phyllis McGinley
#75. Silent sobbing. No one sees.
Weeping like the willow trees.
Feel my heart about to pop.
Need to make the aching stop.
See moon's shimmer softly pass.
On the shards of broken glass.
Madeleine Kuderick
#76. He smiled at his glass. It seemed to be in on the joke. It fed daring and plausibility to the tiny flame of rebellion growing in his heart. Rahid
Karen Lord
#77. The problem with you is that you always see a glass of milk half empty instead of half filled.
Jodi Picoult
#78. The heart breaks like a glass, sometimes with a silent crack and other times smashing to pieces.
Anonymous
#79. Bent
like the branches of a tree
broken
like the pieces of my heart
cracked
like the seventeenth moon
shattered
like the glass in the window
the day we met
Kami Garcia
#80. I suppose I shoulde get used to being alone too.
Not in the world, but in here. In my heart.
Victoria Aveyard
#81. It was odd
unsettling, actually
how love magnified everything. Small joy was turned into overwhelming happiness; worry became heart-stopping fear. It was as if love became a magnifying glass turned on the heart, taking whatever was there and making it appear many times its normal size.
Michael Thomas Ford
#82. I look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, 'Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!
Thomas Hardy
#83. And I am ashamed to write here that I felt more alive than ever, even though my heart was broken glass in my chest.
Nick Drake
#84. I thought I knew Cal's heart, but now I realize that is impossible. No heart can ever be truly understood. Not even your own.
Victoria Aveyard
#85. I am like glass to him, like water, Hannah thought to herself, alone now in the music room, heart racing. He sees through me, but how? Page: 97
Kathryn Lasky
#86. My heart was glass
easy to see through, simple to break.
Amanda Sun
#87. 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.
Charlotte Eriksson
#88. What are you looking at?"
"The woman I love." With all his heart and soul.
Reese looked over her shoulder. "Where? I don't see any one." Then she laughed, hitting the glass table with the palm of her hand.
Erin McCarthy
#89. Her heart was raw and trembling, and the darkness faded.
Sarah J. Maas
#90. When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in, where it left you last. And you never know, when it starts; until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.
John Mayer
#91. It's a difficult thing having a heart made of glass; people don't seem to realize how easily it shatters. How often I've swept up the pieces and carefully glued them back together.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#92. the kind of person who in one moment could guess, with breathtaking coldness, at the innermost sorrow in your heart, and in the next moment turn and, with a cheery wave of farewell, march blithely through a plate-glass window, requiring twenty-two stitches in his cheek.
Michael Chabon
#93. I am not a broken heart.
I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn't know how to handle anything,
at any time,
and I am not your fault.
Charlotte Eriksson
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