Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap.
My tongue is pierced with glass.
One drop of wine is enough to redden a whole glass of water.
Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.
Infidelity and faith look both through the perspective glass, but at contrary ends. Infidelity looks through the wrong end of the glass; and, therefore, sees those objects near which are afar off, and makes great things little,-diminishing the greatest spiritual blessings, and removing far from us threatened evils. Faith looks at the right end, and brings the blessings that are far off in time close to our eye, and multiplies God's mercies, which, in a distance, lost their greatness.
When I think of Peter Wolf I always remember the Portuguese proverb: 'Never say you will not drink from that glass again. '
As you get older one tends to develop what I call a wobble. I would rather eat glass than let that happen to my voice.
Life is like a prism. What you see depends on how you turn the glass.
Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.
The bird, the bee, the running child are all the same to the sliding glass door.
Shatter the glass. In our society that is so self-absorbed, begin to look less at yourself and more at each other. Learn more about the face of your neighbor and less about your own.
A Hubble Space Telescope photograph of the universe evokes far more awe for creation than light streaming through a stained glass window in a cathedral.
Cinderella was such a dork. She left behind her glass slipper at the ball and then went right back to her step-monster's house. It seems to me she should have worn the glass slipper always, to make herself easier to find. I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in their magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said, "Could you drop me off down the road please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know?. . . I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way.
It's harder to make the glass than break the glass.
I can tell you where my Tonys are. They're in a beautiful place in my living room, in a glass cabinet.
Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand. Who's wine, what wine, where the hell did I dine?
. . . if you live feeling like Your glass is half empty, well, It may as well be empty all the way.
I came from a background where I was very poor growing up but I have never known poverty. My parents worked hard and they went to bed hungry, but they fed us. Then my father became an ambassador, so I ended up being driven by chauffeurs. And then we became refugees. After that, I looked at it through this "glass" of to have and have not, and at the end of the day, who actually helps, who actually steps up, who is there for you.
When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego. . . things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.
Wedlock's like wine - not properly judged of till the second glass.