A Quote by Bozoma Saint John

I've broken through many walls and glass ceilings. — © Bozoma Saint John
I've broken through many walls and glass ceilings.
Glass ceilings have been broken, but more have to be broken.
BAME kids get discouraged - too many glass ceilings to break through.
With fame comes opportunity, but in my opinion, it also includes responsibility - to advocate and share, to focus less on glass slippers and more on pushing through glass ceilings and, if I'm lucky enough, then to inspire.
I've done so many commencement speeches at colleges and law schools, and I tell young women that there are no glass ceilings because those were broken by a lot of women who came before us. You can be anyone you want to be. You can do anything you want to do.
Breaking through glass ceilings isn't reserved for liberals.
When you break glass ceilings, you're going to get minor scrapes by a shard or two from the glass.
Britain is a country of glass ceilings.
I like the fact that glass ceilings are breaking all over.
I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always see who comes to call, where everything hanging from the the ceiling and on the walls stays where it is as if by magic, where I sleep nights in a glass bed, under glass sheets, where who I am will sooner or later appear etched by a diamond.
And at the other end of the bar the world is full of the other type of person, who has a broken glass, or a glass that has been carelessly knocked over (usually by one of the people calling for a larger glass) or who had no glass at all, because he was at the back of the crowd and had failed to catch the barman's eye.
Mexican homes as a rule are closed off to the world by high blank walls of yellowish masonry, topped with broken glass to discourage escaladores, or climbing burglars. The gardens and fountains and other delights are hidden, as in an Arab city.
She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.
But we danced, under wigs and between unfinished walls, through broken promises and around empty cupboards.
Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.
The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.
To get to play a man that has broken walls, that's broken barriers, that's an honor.
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