Top 100 The Glass Quotes
#1. I do gravitate toward 19th century writers, and I never mind being compared with some of the most memorable writers from that era. I mean, George Eliot is my absolute heroine.
Julia Glass
#2. He no longer heard Kellhus speak so much as observed him cut and carve, whittle and hew, as though the man had somehow shattered the glass of language and fashioned knives from the pieces.
R. Scott Bakker
#3. The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her surprise, they all thought in chorus." - LEWIS CARROLL, Through the Looking-Glass
Connie Willis
#4. I was so incensed that I was oblivious to all as I ran over broken glass, holding a five-foot weightlifting bar. The glass tore the soles of my feet as I chased the gang's car up the street. I remember breathing heavily as I cursed failing to catch my enemies.
Stephen Richards
#5. We don't take on Google Glass or the self-driving car project or Project Loon unless we think that on a risk-adjusted basis, it's worth Google's money to do it.
Astro Teller
#7. Whiskey doesn't mix well with toothpaste, but I already filled the glass, and once whiskey's been let loose you have to deal with it, like love or a rabid dog.
Richard Kadrey
#8. Suddenly, the world I had scrutinised for so long was all around me, as if I had leaned forward and climbed into the television like Alice through the looking-glass. I had no idea just how deep the rabbit hole would go.
Simon Pegg
#9. Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night?
Michael: Moms like me.
Rachel Caine
#10. In her dream, a large owl perches outside the window, staring at her through the glass with huge, white-rimmed eyes.
Rick Yancey
#11. The sign outside the juice store had said CHANGE YOUR FUTURE WITH SUNSHINE IN A GLASS. My future was looking pretty great already, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen if I added orange juice to it.
Maggie Stiefvater
#12. A shard of glass cut my belly as I slid into the battered SUV, but I managed to keep the family jewels intact. I'd be counting every small victory tonight.
Lisa Kessler
#13. Do you think too long a period of nightlessness," mused Sandra, "could drive you insane, the way they say sleeplessness can?
Julia Glass
#14. 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.
Vera Nazarian
#15. As the only woman, I was able to sit with the officers in front, with a glass of vodka in one hand and a cucumber in the other. That's how I went to my first war.
Asne Seierstad
#16. I feel like, when I arrive at the hospital, I want a glass of whiskey, I want the epidural in my back and I want to get hit in the face with a baseball bat.
Kristen Bell
#17. One does not drink. One gives a kiss to his glass, and the wine returns a caress to you.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
#18. I'm a one-hundred-percent, made-in-Florida, dope-smugglin', time-sharin', spring-breakin', log-flumin', double-occupancy discount vacation. I'm a tall glass of orange juice and a day without sunshine. I'm the wind in your sails, the sun on your burn and the moon over Miami. I am the native.
Tim Dorsey
#19. There was in her the glow of the real diamond among glass imitations.
Leo Tolstoy
#20. Ah, but I'm not a gentleman," said the Marquis. "I have it on the best of authority that I am only a
nobleman."
"Good gracious, Vidal, who in the world dared to say such a thing?" cried his cousin, instantly
diverted.
"Mary," replied his lordship, pouring himself out a glass of wine.
Georgette Heyer
#21. She was curvaceous and held a near-empty glass of wine that, based on the heavy look in her eyes, was not her first. "Where
Kiera Cass
#22. I'm impressed you got up here so quickly - and without a pack of court ladies hounding after you. Perhaps you should try your hand at being an assassin." He shook the hair out of his face.
"I'm not interested in court ladies," he said thickly, and kissed her.
Sarah J. Maas
#23. Here are poems from a new generation of writers who honor the magnetic fields of the real; who feel and think with full and open-eyed passion; who focus heat as the magnifying glass focuses sun: until the paper catches. Read them.
Jane Hirshfield
#24. It was so surreal. We're on the road and a split second-BAM-we jump a median-BAM-we jump a curb.
And then there was this house.
And these sounds.
Splintered glass.
Broken bones.
Severed veins.
And that's all I know.
The decisions that we make.
Jason Myers
#25. sense trying to make him feel bad about it. She tilted back her glass and went past the gin for a second time. She
Ann Patchett
#26. I see the crown dripping blood. A storm without thunder. Shadow twisting on a bed of flames.
Victoria Aveyard
#27. Scarlett pressed down on the tip of the blade. A single drop of ruby blood welled. Carefully Julian brought her finger to his mouth, and when his soft lips touched her skin the entire world shattered into a million shards of colored glass.
Stephanie Garber
#28. 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
#29. I didn't really like the taste of booze. I liked the effect it did on me. But I can't say I savored a glass full of Chablis Chablis 1932. I drank whatever s - - was in front of me and got me buzzed.
Ozzy Osbourne
#31. Think when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth; For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass:
William Shakespeare
#32. The man was watching the nearby fish tank, which stood beneath a depiction of Tindwyl, Mother of Terris, perched on the walls during her last stand against the darkness. In the tank, tiny octopuses moved across the glass.
Brandon Sanderson
#33. 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
#34. We're all so curiously alone, but it's important to keep making signals through the glass
John Marsden
#36. It had rained on some vivid green ferns in Maine and it was quite beautiful. I was moving the camera slightly and studying the ground glass. Looking at those 20 square inches, trying to find out just what were the right elements to include.
John Sexton
#37. What fools we are, eh? What fools, sitting here in the sun, singing. And of love, too! I am too old for it and you are too young, and yet we waste our time singing about it.
Ah, well, let's have a glass of wine, eh?
Gerald Durrell
#38. It is 11 years since I have seen my figure in a glass [mirror]. The last reflection I saw there was so disagreeable I resolved to spare myself such mortification in the future.
Mary Wortley Montagu
#39. I had a nice dinner. I let the evening unfold, flow. I like to sit in a chair with a wine glass. When I woke up, I thought, 'Why didn't I go to bed at 11?' I came back at 3 and went to bed at 5.
Roger Federer
#40. I seriously believe that you will retard the course of civilisation in Ireland by preventing the Irish people from having one good look at themselves in my nicely polished looking glass.
James Joyce
#41. Welcome to Tippington Fountains Shopping Center!" The doors opened to reveal the shopping mall before them. The store doors sparkled with shiny chrome handles, glass elevators rose smoothly between
Daisy Meadows
#42. 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
#43. Though I'm a New Englander, I'm very indoorsy once the mercury drops.
Julia Glass
#44. 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
#45. In a seperate cloth pouch I found little bottles of shampoo and soap and a toothbrush and the like,as well as a tiny brown glass vial of perfumed oil. It smelled of violets and chocolate.
Yeah,like I needed the zombies to find me any more delicious.That'd be like a cow wearing eau de gravy.
Lia Habel
#46. We drove ten miles in silence, the country road canopied in electric green. I pressed my head against the glass to watch the new maple leaves curling in the breeze. Every few turns offered a tempting glimpse of Lake Champlain's choppy waters.
Miranda Beverly-Whittemore
#47. 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
#48. Our glass train, on fragile tracks
Beneath bombs that fall like the flood
To wash away the shards
- But all this sorrow will recede
And we will leave
Two by two
And until then, I will only think of you.
Danny M. Cohen
#49. This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So when the whole thing spills, you aren't as devastated.
Emily Giffin
#50. Don't lie to a liar, and Maven is the grandest liar of all.
Victoria Aveyard
#51. I buy 1920s iridescent Scottish glass. I love the way the sun hits it every morning. You touch something and you know. To me, people should buy something they love. Buy something you'd want to come downstairs and stroke.
Judith Miller
#52. He took a large tablet of beet sugar (an equivalent quantity of ordinary lump sugar does equally well) and soaked it in Angostura Bitters and then rolled it in Cayenne pepper. This he put into a large glass which he filled up with champagne. The excellences of this drink defy description.
Evelyn Waugh
#53. Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
Robert Frost
#54. If slaughterhouses had glass walls, the whole world would be vegetarian.
Linda McCartney
#55. I name you Elentiya." She kissed the assassin's brow. "I give you this name to use with honour, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, 'Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.
Sarah J. Maas
#56. Bob slid his chair back and moved the coal-oil lamp from the kitchen to the sitting room. He said, "Oftentimes things seem impossible up until they're attempted." Then he lidded the chimney glass with his palm and suffocated the light.
Ron Hansen
#57. 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
#58. 99% of the people in the world would say there's something that they'd like to change about their lives, because nothing's perfect, and nobody's perfect. I suppose I could look at the glass half-empty instead of as half-full.
Morris Chestnut
#59. You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.
Richard Paul Evans
#60. Jon Glass had vaulted over the fence and was now approaching a horse chosen by some sort of weird horse-knowledge method, or possibly because it was shiny.
Sarah Rees Brennan
#61. The accidents of life separate us from our dearest friends, but let us not despair. God is like a looking glass in which souls see each other. The more we are united to Him by love, the nearer we are to those who belong to Him.
Elizabeth Ann Seton
#62. The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.
P.G. Wodehouse
#63. ... the kids, they took us places we never would have gone to on our own. Some times were great... some times were wretched... And there was still no guarantee, no bulletproof glass, safety net, steel-toed boots, anything at all that would promise more good moments... so was it enough? It was.
Mary J. Koral
#64. Life is rich, always changing, always challenging, and we architects have the task of transmitting into wood, concrete, glass and steel, of transforming human aspirations into habitable and meaningful space.
Arthur Erickson
#65. He was a glass half full kind of person and she was ... what? The glass is going to break before you can even pour kind of person. Yikes.
Erin McCarthy
#66. 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
#67. 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
#68. They prickled her like thorns and leaves growing under her skin, and she felt the ache of a glass vine caging her forearm. They would crack, and the jagged pieces would cut into her wrists. Her blood would tint the glass. It would splinter and cut deeper into her.
Anna-Marie McLemore
#69. In our absence, the violet early evening light pours in the bay window, filling the still room like water poured into a glass. The glass is delicate. The thin, tight surface of the liquid light trembles. But it does not break. Time does not pass. Not yet.
Marya Hornbacher
#70. Myrna was not astigmatic; the lenses were clear glass; she wore the glasses to prove her dedication and intensity of purpose.
John Kennedy Toole
#71. I am a solitary wave in the dark and desolate sea: and the sparkling glass I drank was drugged with misery.
Adelbert Von Chamisso
#72. What wonders does not wine! It discloses secrets; ratifies and confirms our hopes; thrusts the coward forth to battle; eases the anxious mind of its burden; instructs in arts. Whom has not a cheerful glass made eloquent! Whom not quite free and easy from pinching poverty!
Horace
#73. What is the biggest tragedy you wouldn't be conscious of? Letting life pass you by. Living like a starfish, clinging to your one unchanging colorless rock.
Julia Glass
#74. Nothing teaches great writing like the very best books do. Yet, good teachers often help students cross that bridge, and I have to say that I had a few extraordinary English teachers in high school whom I still credit for their guidance.
Julia Glass
#75. I am sure when Cinderella went to that ball, she took a great deal more pleasure in outsmarting her stepmother than in the carriage and the ball dress and the glass slippers.
Gita V. Reddy
#76. Unlike Bec and I, Hayden didn't yell anything angry, but the speed at which his ball hit the glass made me think that maybe he did have a few demons.
Kasie West
#77. The mutual warmth that is unknown, a single glass panel ... declares the beginning of everything
CLAMP
#78. Some of my most beautiful glass pieces have
cracks running through them and I like them anyway because of the colours.
Cath Crowley
#79. A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass ... As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day: ... She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass.
John Suckling
#80. Her face is a map of remembered trouble and absorbed guilt, The green eyes look broken, as if their glass has shattered. A motorway pile-up of wrecked mascara. Lashes jeweled with tears.
Glen Duncan
#81. I had one of those flashes - the sea-glass feel of a well-worn phrase.
Olivia Sudjic
#82. [My mum] was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill.
Sarah Winman
#83. I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
Emily Dickinson
#84. 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
#85. How to describe the bitterness? I was a glass, broken, and the space I once enclosed was now the same as the space around. Deserted space, in which I was lost, sharp knives under my feet. With each step it became less likely that I would ever get anywhere.
Milena Michiko Flasar
#86. The stillness of the water, the horizon framed by other glass towers and miniature boats drifting in the distance.
Emily St. John Mandel
#87. the memorial stained-glass window dedicated to the King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, on whose side God had been in two world wars, though this hadn't prevented them suffering heavy casualties.
David Nobbs
#88. It was as if life elsewhere was a reflection through a dusty glass, and this was the real deal.
Chrystalla Thoma
#89. An idea sparked in the 1960s, a thought experiment, an amusing haiku, is now a thing of metal and glass.
Janna Levin
#90. There are twelve good reasons for failure. The first one is the avowed intention of doing no more than one is paid to do, and the person who makes this avowal may see the other eleven by stepping before a looking glass.
Napoleon Hill
#91. His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. "Is this the part where I kiss you?"
"If you like."
"Oh," he said, "I like.
Rachel Caine
#92. Nor do I try to keep a garden, only
An avocado in a glass of water --
Roots pallid, gemmed with air. And later,
When the small gilt leaves have grown
Fleshy and green, I let them die, yes, yes,
And start another. I am earth's no less.
James Merrill
#93. Thus proving that dreams that come true are not always the right dreams. Does wearing a glass slipper lead to a comfortable life? If everything you touch turns into marshmallows, won't that make things a bit ... sticky?
Terry Pratchett
#94. In the glass she wore an expression of tense melancholy, for she had come to the depressing conclusion, since the arrival of the Dalloways, that her face was not the face she wanted, and in all probability never would be.
Virginia Woolf
#95. The Devil is like a rat in a jar that is filling with ether. We should expect that as his death gets ever-nearer, he will beat his claws more furiously against the glass.
Jared C. Wilson
#96. 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
#97. When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.
Anne Michaels
#98. There is a peculiar aesthetic pleasure in constructing the form of a syllabus, or a book of essays, or a course of lectures. Visions and shadows of people and ideas can be arranged and rearranged like stained-glass pieces in a window, or chessmen on a board.
A.S. Byatt
#99. The only thing that differentiates you and me from a couple of fourteen year old pyromaniacs is balistic glass!
Adam Savage
#100. The world is a looking-glass which flings back to us the reflection of ourselves. If we laugh it laughs back at us. If we shed tears, it reflects a sorrowful face.
Orison Swett Marden
