#glass

And you have to remember that I came to America as an immigrant. You know, on a ship, through the Statue of Liberty. And I saw that skyline, not just as a representation of steel and concrete and glass, but as really the substance of the American Dream. ↗

— Daniel Libeskind

#american #american dream #came #concrete #dream

A city with one newspaper, or with a morning and an evening paper under one ownership, is like a man with one eye, and often the eye is glass. ↗

— A. J. Liebling

#evening #eye #glass #like #man

I love to work. When I was a kid, I would invite my friends over to play, then I would take them over to a recycling plant and we would haul glass all day. They hated me for this, but I thought it was fun. ↗

— James Marsters

#day #friends #fun #glass #hated

Comfort rules. You want to be able to sit in a good chair comfortably for a few hours and be able to talk and enjoy a glass of wine. There's nothing worse than sitting in an uncomfortable chair. ↗

— Amanda Pays

#chair #comfort #comfortably #enjoy #few

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person. ↗

— Alexander Pope

#glasses #greatest #his #look #magnifying

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later. ↗

— Richard Siken

#future #glass #love #write #writer

Quinn spoke their language—all mystery and inside jokes, scarred souls and statement shirts. It was a beautiful moment for him—in his element and completely happy. When they started playing, he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “See that guitar?” I nodded. “That’s a 1969 Martin D28. Hear me when I say if I had to choose between a beautiful girl and that guitar, I’d choose the guitar. Natch.” He took a huge gulp of water, clearly affected. “Naturally,” I whispered. “It could be why you’re still single. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #guitar #henry-whitmire #indie-band #laura-anderson-kurk

A face stared up at her from the mirror beside her hand. Was that really what she looked like? Was that really what she looked like, all sharp lines and huge silver-grey eyes? Certainly, no one would ever call those features beautiful, Jame thought ruefully; but were they really enough like a boy's to have fooled that old man the alley? Well, maybe with that long black hair out of sight under a cap. It was a very young face and a defiant one, she thought with a odd sense of detachment, but frightened, too. And those extraordinary eyes... what memories lived in them that she could not share? Stranger, where have you been she asked silently. What have you seen? The thin lips locked in their secrets. "Ahhh!" Jame said in sudden disgust, tossing away the mirror. Fool, to be obsessed with a past she couldn't even remember. But it was all behind her now. ↗

— P.C. Hodgell

#appearance #fantasy #kencyrath #looking-glass #looks

So why were you with her?” “She was my assignment.” “From The Eye?” “No, from the Boy Scouts. That Witch Dating badge just kept eluding me.” “Well, you must have at least three Total Douchebag badges by now, so that has to count for something. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#hex-hall #rachel-hawkins #dating

There is no lock strong enough nor wall thick enough to keep Death out," he murmured, his lips close to my ear so that I could feel the puff of his breath against my skin. The ends of a couple of his braids had found their way under the collar of my flannel night-shirt and tickled the base of my neck. "Are you speaking literally or metaphorically? ↗

— Jenna Black

#death