#glass

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

#assistance #breaking #broken #broken-glass #commuity

Your whole life is on the other side of the glass. And there is nobody watching. ↗

— Alan Bennett

#life #nobody #other #side #watching

I've always wanted to put a little solarium on the back of my house. You know. Glass. ↗

— Sylvia Browne

#back #glass #house #i #know

Calamity is the perfect glass wherein we truly see and know ourselves. ↗

— William Davenant

#glass #know #ourselves #perfect #see

I have a punishing workout regimen. Every day I do 3 minutes on a treadmill, then I lie down, drink a glass of vodka and smoke a cigarette. ↗

— Anthony Hopkins

#day #down #drink #every #every day

Do not expect the world to look bright, if you habitually wear gray-brown glasses. ↗

— Charles William Eliot

#expect #glasses #habitually #look #wear

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

#glass #good-will #heart #here #hopeless

I keep mementos from everything I've done. I've got my cab driver's license from 'Happiness.' I've got a pair of glasses and a belt buckle from playing John Lennon. I've got a pair of sunglasses from playing Andy Warhol... It's all in a box in the garage. ↗

— Jared Harris

#andy warhol #belt #box #cab #done

I had an interview once with some German journalist—some horrible, ugly woman. It was in the early days after the communists—maybe a week after—and she wore a yellow sweater that was kind of see-through. She had huge tits and a huge black bra, and she said to me, ‘It’s impolite; remove your glasses.’ I said, ‘Do I ask you to remove your bra? ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#chanel #communists #designer #fashion #glasses

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

#glass-girl #grief #gun-violence #love #meg-kavanagh