List Of 883+ Glasses Quotes

The French Are A Smallish, Monkey-looking Bunch And Not Dressed Any Better, On Average, Than The Citizens Of Baltimore. True, You Can Sit Outside In Paris And Drink Little Cups Of Coffee, But Why This Is More Stylish Than Sitting Inside And Drinking Large Glasses Of Whiskey I Don't Know.

It's A Good Thing To Turn Your Mind Upside Down Now And Then, Like An Hour-glass, To Let The Particles Run The Other Way.

Where Do You Get Your Ideas? People Ask. Sometimes They’re At The Bottoms Of Cups Of Tea. Sometimes They’re Lurking In My Shower. Sometimes They’re Waiting Patiently In Glass Cases In Museums.

And We All Know Love Is A Glass Which Makes Even A Monster Appear Fascinating.

My Father Used To Say, "superior People Never Make Long Visits, Have To Be Shown Longfellows Grave, Or The Glass Flowers At Harvard."

Listen. I May Not Be Much, But I'm All I've Got. Maybe You Need A Magnifying Glass To Find My Face In My High School Graduation Photo. Maybe I Haven't Got Any Family Or Friends. Yes, Yes, I Know All That. But, Strange As It Might Seem, I'm Not Entirely Dissatisfied With Life... I Feel Pretty Much At Home With What I Am. I Don't Want To Go Anywhere. I Don't Want Any Unicorns Behind Fences.

Things Between Us Were Dissolving Like An Ice Cub In A Glass: The Smaller It Got, The Faster It Disappeared.

American Love — Like Coke In Green Glass Bottles...they Don't Make It Anymore.

The Reason For My Painting Large Canvases Is That I Want To Be Intimate And Human. To Paint A Small Picture Is To Place Yourself Outside Your Experience, To Look Upon An Experience As A Stereopticon View Or With A Reducing Glass. However You Paint The Larger Picture, You Are In It. It Isn't Something You Command.

At Some Point In Every Person's Life, You Will Need An Assisted Medical Device - Whether It's Your Glasses, Your Contacts, Or As You Age And You Have A Hip Replacement Or A Knee Replacement Or A Pacemaker. The Prosthetic Generation Is All Around Us.

I Don't Jog. It Makes The Ice Jump Right Out Of My Glass.

We Are Now In The Mountains And They Are In Us, Kindling Enthusiasm, Making Every Nerve Quiver, Filling Every Pore And Cell Of Us. Our Flesh-and-bone Tabernacle Seems Transparent As Glass To The Beauty About Us, As If Truly An Inseparable Part Of It, Thrilling With The Air And Trees, Streams And Rocks, In The Waves Of The Sun,-a Part Of All Nature, Neither Old Nor Young, Sick Nor Well, But Immortal.‎