I prefer to drink two glasses of water and then a nice hot cup of tea. My favourite tea is a mixture of Darjeeling tea. My breakfast consists of a glass of fresh orange juice and a slice of toast.
I need specifically love, affection, people to touch me all the time. Because otherwise, I don’t really – I don’t cope very well. On ‘Morgan,’ everything is shot from the other side of the glass, so I was alone in a soundproof room watching everybody but being completely separate from whatever was going on.
Call things by their right names – Glass of brandy and water! That is the current, but not the appropriate name; ask for a glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation.
My studio cube is an experiment in solar heating and design. The south wall is covered with glass planks that collect and distribute heat naturally to my work studio on the second level.
I’ve often said that all poetry is political. This is because real poems deal with a human response to reality and politics is part of reality, history in the making. Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.
I promised to always bring up a glass of water to her before we go to bed, and she promised to never let me dress myself.
I never perceived being adopted as the glass being half-empty.
I love any type of cheese, preferably on a large board with a glass of Chateauneuf-du-Pape.
No phone, a movie, a glass of wine, and some salad. Perfect!
This celebration here tells me that this work is not hopeless. I thank you for this teaching with all my heart and lift my glass to human solidarity, to the ultimate victory of knowledge, peace, good-will and understanding.
The way I like to cook is to have music going, usually jazz, and something in my hand, usually a glass of wine.
The Glass Key is better than anything Hemingway ever wrote.
I think glass has so many different forms. Sometimes it comes off as something so breakable and fragile, but it’s amazingly strong. It starts as sand, and it takes on different lives, but it is breakable.
I make a concerted effort to go watch the sunset a few days a week, have a glass of wine, and take a moment to feel fortunate and grateful for the view and for my life.
I believe women still face a glass ceiling that must be shattered.
I have a glass of wine. Red. Generally when I’m cooking.
I’m an entrepreneur, so I’ve got to be ruthless about ‘me’ time if I want to have any left to myself! I make myself leave the office by 8 or 9 P.M. most nights, even if I do curl up with my laptop and a glass of wine at home to get through email.
I like the fact that glass ceilings are breaking all over.
Pirlo is a cool customer who does things in his own time. On the pitch, he just looks so relaxed, no matter what is going on around him. He is one of those greats who looks like he could run a midfield with a glass of red wine in one hand.
It is the cynicism that kills all the joy. I’m not that kind of a guy. I look at the glass half-full.
People have always painted me like a pessimist, like somebody who sees the glass half-empty. But I think the fact that I keep showing up and saying, ‘No, there must be a way for me to live in this world,’ that shows I’m an eternal optimist.
Drama is drama, and it’s really… if it’s something small, you put a magnifying glass up to it; if it’s something big, you use a wide lens.
I couldn’t think of anything worse than drinking a load of gunky-green stuff and sweating in a gym. I would rather sit in front of the TV and have a glass of wine.
I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
You’re basically like glass: People see the candidates through you.
When I feel my blood sugar getting off, I drink a glass of kale juice. It’s so disgusting you don’t want to eat anything!
It is wonderful to be in the country in a glass house, because no matter what happens out there, you’re nice and safe, you know, cuddled in your little bed, and there it is, raging storms, snowing – wonderful.
I’m building a glass pyramid over the Egyptian escalator where my body will be mummified, so my customers can come and see me forever.
We did some soul-searching. Was the cable industry obsolete? Was it an opportune time to get out? Our conclusion was that if you rebuilt your system with this new fiber-optic coaxial hybrid – which we now call broadband – the glass was half full, not half empty. We could compete.
If the day’s writing has been particularly good or particularly bad, a glass of scotch will be involved.
It doesn’t bother me to talk about my private life, it doesn’t bother me to talk about anything. My life is like a glass of water, transparent.
The moonshot for Google Glass is to harmonize the physical and digital worlds. It is specifically to find a way to help people be naturally, elegantly situated, physical and digitally, at the same time.
Writers are outsiders. Even when we seem like insiders, we’re outsiders. We have to be. Our noses pressed to the glass, we notice everything. We mull and interpret. We store away clues, details that may be useful to us later.
Many girls aspire to a version of selfhood that puts a psychological glass ceiling on their potential to succeed. They suffer from what I call the Curse of the Good Girl: the pressure to be liked by everyone, generous to a fault, and flawless at everything you do.
I can’t pretend at how much I object to all of the plays that keep being brought back over and over again, the so-called classic plays. I mean how many times can we see ‘The Glass Menagerie?’
Most architects say: I want to use this type of glass, even if it’s too reflective or doesn’t let enough light in. However, the use of a certain type of glass might change the comfort level.
Somehow, I always imagine that Trump spends the evenings with his forehead pressed against the cold glass of an aquarium, talking telepathically to the tormented albino squid in which he has hidden his soul.
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.
I went to Floridita on Wardour Street when I was 18. All I could afford was pumpkin soup and a glass of champagne, but it was worth it.
Americans always see China through the looking glass, and I think it’s about time – with technology and of the growing economic relationship between these two countries – I think it’s natural and better for all of us to have a better understanding of each other.
I have a punishing workout regimen. Every day I do 3 minutes on a treadmill, then I lie down, drink a glass of vodka and smoke a cigarette.
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.
We all drew on the comfort which is given out by the major works of Mozart, which is as real and material as the warmth given up by a glass of brandy.
There are real consequences when women speak out. It’s really dangerous, and it takes real courage. We are still speaking out against a white male majority. Forget the glass ceiling. We haven’t even broken the glass floor!
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.
How many people have a family grave in the backyard? I’m sure I’ll end up there, or I’ll shrink my head and put it in a glass box in the living room. I’ll get more tourists to Graceland that way.
I certainly came up in an era where women were really making strides and making a point to beat down doors and find their place and crash through the glass ceiling.
As it enters the ear, does it come in like broken glass or does it come in like honey?
I believe that women would crawl across broken glass to get a cool pair of shoes.
If someone paid me a million dollars to drink a glass of milk, I wouldn’t do it; maybe that’s because I don’t need the money.
Our house is made of glass… and our lives are made of glass; and there is nothing we can do to protect ourselves.
As New York careens toward the modernity of the twentieth century when Gibson girls were transforming themselves into working women, Clara Driscoll enters the male field of stained glass artistry and builds a lively, multi-national, multi-class women’s department within Tiffany Studios.
It’s a black Southern belief that blue glass keeps out bad spirits.
Life is shining a light through a magnifying glass on me, looking for me to stumble. I think that’s my biggest fear.
It was the corner sweet-shop in Australia that first piqued my interest in interior design. I went into this space with a mixture of apprehension and excitement as a child. It was filled, floor to ceiling, with the most incredible rounded glass bowls filled to the brim with bonbons, buttons, and sweets.
I lead a very regimented life. I take excruciating care of myself: I take a lot of vitamins, get enough sleep, don’t drink apart from a glass of wine occasionally.
A glass of whisky in Scotland in the thirties cost less than a cup of tea.
We’ve got a lot of players not playing domestic football week in, week out. What is it? Is it the crest on their chest that makes them raise their game? It must be. It’s playing for Wales. It’s powerful and everybody would walk on broken glass to get into this squad.
