Top 1200 Shards Of Glass Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

I thought that ending Glass-Steagall was a mistake.

Like chaos in a glass cage.

I wanted to throw my glass at the TV.

There are no barriers, and there is no glass ceiling when you put in the work.

My nipples could cut glass.

Hope is a merciless tormentor. It's the sound of trickling water to parched lips. The prospect of love to the unlovable. A miracle cure to the parents of a dying child. It holds up victory over the inevitable and beckons us to crawl further over slicing shards, all the while pulling back, remaining just out of reach. It makes agony out of mere pain by pretending a different outcome could have been. It laughs at mankind's embrace of it after millennia of disappointment.

You're ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.

Tequila is like acid in a glass.

Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?

I see the glass half full...but of poison.

It's a nice glass of champagne at the end of a life.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass.

I'm an optimist - very glass half-full.

You can't hide broccoli in your glass of milk.

All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.

Britain is a country of glass ceilings.

Genesee beer. The great outdoors in a glass.

Desire outweighs footwork when it comes to crashing the glass

Once you drink one glass, you want another.

They don't know they're living in a glass house.

At the end of the day, I let myself have a glass of wine.

And since we don’t just forget things because they don’t matter but also forget things because they matter too much because each of us remembers and forgets in a pattern whose labyrinthine windings are an identification mark no less distinctive than a fingerprintit’s no wonder that the shards of reality one person will cherish as a biography can seem to someone else who, say, happened to have eaten some ten thousand dinners at the very same kitchen table, to be a willful excursion into mythomania

And what is Life? - An hour-glass on the run

Meditation is the soul's perspective glass.

I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.

I'm in a glass case of emotion

Stained glass enabled the modern world.

Did you see more glass?

Failure is life's magnifying glass.

And they were writing scripts where Christine had hit the glass ceiling. And I always thought Christine would never hit the glass ceiling. I thought her dreams would take her. Maybe her dreams wouldn't take her where she wanted, but she still had her dreams.

Her glass wings are gone.

I'm not a glass-is-half-empty person.

I start my day with a glass of warm water.

Wave particle duality is a core feature of our world. Or rather, we should say, it is a core feature of our mathematical descriptions of our world. But what is critical to note here is that, however ambiguous our images, the universe itself remains whole and is manifestly not fracturing into schizophrenic shards. It is this tantalizing wholeness and the thing itself that drives physicists onward like an eternally beckoning light that seems so teasingly near. It is always out of reach.

A skyscraper is a boast in glass and steel.

I’m packed with broken glass and memories and it all hurts.

I don't support going back to Glass-Steagall as is.

I'm by nature a glass half-full person.

I like to look at the glass half full.

The glass is always half full for me.

The glass I drink from is not large, but at least it is my own.

Spaces devoted to Hannibal Lecter’s earliest years differ from the other archives in being incomplete. Some are static scenes, fragmentary, like painted attic shards held together by blank plaster. Other rooms hold sound and motion, great snakes wrestling and heaving in the dark and lit in flashes. Pleas and screaming fill some places on the grounds where Hannibal himself cannot go. But the corridors do not echo screaming, and there is music if you like.

I'm such a fan of the glass being half full.

The wisdom's in the trees not the glass windows.

Sincerity is glass, discretion is diamond.

I don't do what I do to try and break a glass ceiling.

There's a monster outside my room, can I have a glass of water?

You'll be my glass of wine I'll be your shot of whiskey

Commit a crime, and the earth is made of glass.

Hullo… the wall is a looking-glass!

One must be businesslike, although the glass is falling.

I have a glass of wine. Red. Generally when I'm cooking.

I want my prose to be as clear as a pane of glass.

His whole being radiates a pure, wild sweetness, flitting through night woods with little melodious cries, on some cryptic errand. There is also an aura of doom and sadness about this trusting little creature. He has been abandoned many times over the centuries, left to die in cold city alleys, in hot noon vacant lots, pottery shards, nettles, crumbled mud walls. Many times he has cried for help in vain.

When I play on stage, I have to drink a glass of water.

My tongue is pierced with glass.

I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.

I'm limitless. Glass is always half full.

Don't bother. The glass is half-empty.

One does not beg for a glass of water from the devil.