#glass

I love sunglasses, I have all shapes and colors. ↗

— Alessandra Ambrosio

#i #i love #love #shapes #sunglasses

Hodge had given up a long time ago trying to live a better life or a different one; all he wanted was not to be afraid, and so he was afraid all the time ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #hodge #life

If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass. ↗

— Cath Crowley

#graffiti-moon #love #love

I’ve known her long enough to know that this was purely intentional.” He peered sideways at me, judging my reaction. “I like her just fine, but you should watch yourself around her. Tennyson is given to obsession, and her obsessions tend to run toward trouble. It’s kind of a Wyoming thing to push the whole ‘Wild West’ routine to its limits. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #laura-anderson-kurk #love #relationships #romance

But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it. She understood why people talked about hearts "breaking"; she felt as if hers were made of cracked glass, and the shards were like tiny knives inside her chest when she breathed. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#fragile-love #glass #heartbreak #knives #love

...you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow... ↗

— John Geddes

#glass-footprint #love #poetry-quote #princess #snow

Many women arrange their lives around the people they love. Unfortunately, that arrangement takes up most of our days. ↗

— Holly Robinson

#glass-ceiling #women #writing #love

...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ... ↗

— John Geddes

#innocence #light #love #poetry #soul

I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass #clare #isabelle #jace #men

De la nostalgia humana por el amor ha brotado al fin y al cabo toda la parte de la cultura que no se orienta directamente a calmar el hambre o a luchar contra los enemigos. El sentimiento de la belleza no mana de otra fuente. Todo el arte, toda la poesía, toda la música han bebido de ella. El más soso cuadro de historia moderno, las madonas de Rafael, y las obreritas parisinas de Steinlen, el 'Ángel de la Muerte' como el Cantar de los Cantares y el Buch der Lieder, oratorios y valses vieneses, incluso toda moldura de yeso en esta casa horrenda donde vivo, todo dibujo de la alfombra, la forma de aquel jarrón de porcelana y el diseño de mi bufanda, todo lo que pretende gustar y embellecer, tanto si lo logra como sino, viene de allí, aunque sea por caminos largos y tortuosos. ↗

— Hjalmar Söderberg

#art