#glass

He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through. ↗

— Glenda Millard

#colours #light #stained-glass #beauty

Here I am of the air, a beautiful thing for the light to shine on. Perhaps you will remember that. I am... ↗

— Paul Auster

#city-of-glass #peter-stillman #beauty

Pics or it didn't happen." "Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#black-dawn #flame-throwers #michael-glass #shane-collins #business

There is magic in motion. There is energy in change. There is something in all of us to make a difference in anyway, everyday. ↗

— Doug Brown

#doug-brown #looking-glass-self #change

Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy. ↗

— Frank Beddor

#blister #corral #dance #death #destroy

...It is only now that memory works both ways. Which of us dreamed it - those from the country of nights five times as warm and as cold, or those who turned away and woke? ↗

— Angele Ellis

#memory #through-the-looking-glass #dreams

Amelie said, “I won’t be your servant in Morganville. Nor should you be mine. Equals.” She offered her hand to him, and he looked down at it, clearly taken aback. But he took it. “Now defend what is ours, my partner.” He grinned … grinned! … and whirled to meet Myrnin in midleap as Myrnin attacked. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#eve-rosser #funny #ghost-town #humor #michael-glass

Hold still, Meg, you’re dripping blood on my car seats.” I reached behind the passenger seat of Tennyson’s car looking for the white sheet she’d thrown in for mopping up bodily fluids. Quinn, sitting in the back seat, read my mind and handed it to me. “Thank you.” “No problem.” He leaned forward, pulling a corner of the sheet up to wipe off a small stream of blood on my neck. “You okay? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#distracted-driving #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk

She didn’t see me because of the reflection on the store windows, and she wouldn’t know me in this car anyway. In fact, she probably wouldn’t know me with shaggy hair and the beginnings of a beard. So I sat for a minute, watching her dusting bookshelves, either talking to herself or singing. Her feather duster had become a prop in whatever scene she had going. She looked heart-stoppingly, breathtakingly beautiful, my Meg. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk #long-distance-relationship

Still, I wonder if more women artists, musicians and writers aren't household names because we don't have enough faith in our own pursuits to give ourselves the time we desperately need to be transformed by a creative vision. Maybe that glass ceiling isn't really made of glass at all, but of sticky little fingers, dishes piled in the sink, and mortgages that demand two incomes. ↗

— Holly Robinson

#gender #glass-ceiling #women #faith