#glass

The entire partying lifestyle was superficial in my experience, and most of my friendships were as deep as a shot glass and as short-lived as a pack of cigarettes. ↗

— Kate Madison

#friendship #lifestyle #memoir #partying #shot-glass

I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#declarations-of-love #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #life

Fashion Fact: Most people make the assumption that I wear trendy shades the majority of the time (often indoors) to protect my eyes from the elements. But in fact it's the reverse. I'm protecting the elements from the brilliance of my eyes. ↗

— Mike "The Situation" Sorrentino

#eyes #fashion #sunglasses #beauty

If we talk about the glass being half empty or half full, I want to know what does the glass look like from underneath the table? ↗

— Brad Thor

#being #does #empty #full #glass

Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy. ↗

— Frank Beddor

#blister #corral #dance #death #destroy

Fine, she wouldn't mind if Kaltain and Perrington met horrible deaths, but Dorian would be there. And Chaol. ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

#death

Calvin said, "Do you know that this is the first time I've seen you without your glasses?" "I'm blind as a bat without them. I'm near-sighted, like father." "Well, you know what, you've got dream-boat eyes," Calvin said. "Listen, you go right on wearing your glasses. I don't think I want anybody else to see what gorgeous eyes you have. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#eyes #glasses #near-sighted #dreams

...It is only now that memory works both ways. Which of us dreamed it - those from the country of nights five times as warm and as cold, or those who turned away and woke? ↗

— Angele Ellis

#memory #through-the-looking-glass #dreams

He’d had to fold his long legs into his desk. His boots had seen better days, and his jeans unraveled in a curiously irresistible way at the bottom. He didn’t look like anyone I’d ever seen before. He reminded me of an actor in an old Western—Rock Hudson in Giant—all dark intensity. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #love #meg-kavanagh

Let’s go to town,” Jo said. “Take me to eat dinner at the hotel.” I sucked in a breath and stared at her for a minute. Here she sat, her hair still wet although neatly braided, wearing an old Kiss sweatshirt, the one with the red mouth and tongue, red sweatpants, and ridiculous red pumps with black scuffs on the toes and heels. And she wanted me to take her to the Hotel Wyoming, where the rich tourists hung out. I smiled. Because it was possibly the greatest thing I’d ever heard. “Yeah, let’s go to the hotel. Grab your purse and I’ll find your coat. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #jo-russell #kiss