Trust is like a vase. . once it's broken, though you can fix it, the vase will never be same again.
The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.
Go outside! I mean, even leaves from a park are beautiful in a clear glass vase. I'd rather see that than fake anything any day.
A child is not a vase to be filled, but a fire to be lit.
Flowers are an education in a vase.
I don't know the first thing about holding together a family, especially one that resembles an heirloom vase, shattered but glued back together for its beauty, and no one mentions that you can see the cracks as plain as day.
Just as any moron can destroy a priceless Ming vase, so the shallow and ill-educated people who run our schools can undermine and destroy from within a great civilization that took centuries of dedicated effort to create and maintain.
Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.
The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.
Once you've been backstage at a theater, the theater is never the same for you. Once you've noticed the crack in the vase, the vase is never the same for. Once you've seen a friend do something appalling, the friendship is never the same. That does not mean you won't go to the theater, or keep the vase or the friend. You can choose.
When I am doing things around the house - when I'm decorating, setting up furniture, putting out a vase of flowers, lighting my candles, my mind is always thinking, "What do I need to do to make this space peaceful and restful and comfortable so that when people walk into it, aesthetically they're heightened and enlightened?"
Think beyond the vase! If you have a vase of flowers on a dining table for a quick dinner party, think about scattering flower petals, leaves, or even fruit along the tabletop.
Two drinks a day. Two drinks a day. TWO DRINKS A DAY! It doesn't work! Not when you want eleven, and not when you start shopping for wine glasses in the vase department at Bloomingdales.
Like a broken vase does not fear of breaking once more, my broken heart is not affected by your hurting words anymore!
The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.
Sometimes I do just have to stop and hit myself in the head with my diamond-encrusted vase.
Friendship is a vase, which, when it is flawed by heat, or violence, or accident, may as well be broken at once; it can never be trusted after.
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Poetical spaces too can be painted like a vase.
She's a rare vase, out of a cat's reach, on its shelf.