A Quote by Triple H

Tear to a glass eye. Tear to a glass eye. — © Triple H
Tear to a glass eye. Tear to a glass eye.

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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.
A Glass Eye leaped out from behind a parcked smail-trasport, blocked thier way. "Did you drop something?" Dodge asked the assassian. "Caus I think I see you..." he unheathed his sword and swung, decapitating the Glass Eye in one blow, "...head over there.
What I envisioned back in the 1970s was this thing you would wear as 'glass' over your right eye, and you could see the world though that glass. The glass then reconfigures the things you see.
A city with one newspaper... is like a man with one eye, and often the eye is glass.
I'm blind in my left eye. Contrary to what people say, it is not a glass eye, so I have to protect my eyes at all cost.
A city with one newspaper, or with a morning and an evening paper under one ownership, is like a man with one eye, and often the eye is glass.
There will be Apple Glass, and Google Glass, and RIM Glass. These companies are all working on glass. I think everyone is going to be making glass. I think we're also going to have a glass war instead of a smartphone war.
Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass; give me plain glass.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
They wouldn't take me in the navy because of my glass eye. So I joined the merchant navy, who allowed monocular crew if you worked in the kitchens. You're not wanted on deck or in the engine room with one eye, but you're good to fire up the ovens and cook hundreds of chops.
Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle
Eyes open wide, looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye.
Love, like a tear, rises in the eye and falls upon the breast.
On a Friday night in 1983, I was in a taxi in New York riding home from dinner with friends. A drunk driver ran a red light and hit the cab, and I was thrown toward the glass partition. I tried to duck, but my face hit the glass, and the impact fractured my cheekbone, my eye socket, my collarbone and several ribs.
The only time I get a tear in my eye is when I think of what I can possibly miss.
Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
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