#glass

She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth. But then again, perhaps these things weren't in the power of angels to grant, or they would already have been granted. And perhaps people were supposed to find these things for themselves. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass #clary-fray #insight #mortal-instruments #teens

You're much shorter than my mom." "Brat," she said, surprised into a giggle. "That's no way to talk to a vampire." "Bloodsucking brat." "Better" he said. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#doctor-mills #ghost-town #michael-glass #morganville-vampires #rachel-caine

Dad was at his desk when I opened the door, doing what all British people do when they're freaked out: drinking tea. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#demonglass #rachel-hawkins #sophie #tea #drinking

Look. I don’t want to push you into anything, but do you maybe want to —” “Call Magnus? Look, that’s a dead end, I know you’re trying to be helpful, but —” “—kiss me?” Jace finished. Alec looked as if he were about to fall off his chair. “WHAT? What? What?” “Once what would do.” Jace did his best to look as if this were the sort of suggestion one made all the time. “I think it might help.” Alec looked at him with something like horror. “You don’t mean that.” “Why wouldn’t I mean it?” “Because you’re the straightest person I know. Possibly the straightest person in the universe.” “Exactly,” Jace said, and leaned forward, and kissed Alec on the mouth. The kiss lasted approximately four seconds before Alec pulled forcefully away, throwing his hands up as if to ward Jace off from coming at him again. He looked as if he were about to throw up. “By the Angel,” he said. “Don’t ever do that again.” “Oh yeah?” Jace grinned, and almost meant it. “That bad?” “Like kissing my brother,” said Alec, with a look of horror in his eyes. “I thought you might feel that way.” Jace crossed his arms over his chest. “Also, I’m hoping we can just gloss over all the irony in what you just said.” “We can gloss over whatever you want to,” Alec said fervently. “Just don’t kiss me again. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #city-of-glass #jace-wayland #horror

And I started with this: I have not painted at all my childhood. In fact, I never painted. But I helped my father who was a house painter and decorative painter. He made stage sets, he made glass paintings, he made everything. ↗

— Josef Albers

#decorative #everything #fact #father #glass

Some movie stars wear their sunglasses even in church. They're afraid God might recognize them and ask for autographs. ↗

— Fred Allen

#ask #autographs #church #even #god

The House of Lords is like a glass of champagne that has stood for five days. ↗

— Clement Attlee

#days #five #glass #house #like

It is fitting that yesteryear's swashbuckling newspaper reporter has turned into today's solemn young sobersides nursing a glass of watered white wine after a day of toiling over computer databases in a smoke-free, noise-free newsroom. ↗

— Russell Baker

#computer #databases #day #fitting #glass

My natural instinct after doing something shameful is not to rush into the street boasting about it but to put on dark glasses and head for the next county, hoping nobody notices I've been in the neighborhood. ↗

— Russell Baker

#after #been #boasting #county #dark

I wake up every morning and I feel like I'm juggling glass balls. I live in Los Angeles, my business is run out of London, and most evenings I'm cuddled up in front of Skype, in my dressing gown, speaking with my studio in London. I travel a lot, my team travel a lot, but I wouldn't have it any other way. ↗

— Victoria Beckham

#any #balls #business #dressing #evenings