Glass Quotes Ellen Hopkins Novels & Stories

A circular stained glass window glowed from within, and as I climbed the steps to the front door, I could already smell the herbs and incense coming from inside. “Madame Ellen,” Zane said, looking up at the sign that hung above the door. “I’ve never visited her myself, although opinions of her seem to be split down the middle.” “How so?” I asked, lifting my hand to knock. “Some people say she’s a fraud. Others say their lives have changed after visiting her for a reading.” “And as for you?” “As with most things, I tend to err on the side of ‘I have no clue’.” I rolled my eyes and knocked. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a young girl around our age; she had light brown, almost

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman in possession of a good reputation must be in want of a clever publicist. But in Hollywood, where reputations are made and unmade with the speed of a trending hashtag, the want is mutual, and the cleverest publicist is Vivian Glass.

Vivienne: I won’t. There was a pause. Daniel: I love you. Vivienne pressed the phone to her chest as tears spilled over. “I love you too,” she whispered into the dark. Outside, the city glowed on—unaware that the glass was finally beginning to shatter. And that the next break would be the most dangerous one yet.

"The sun’s still shining in the big blue sky But it don’t mean nothing to me Oh, let the rain come down Let the wind blow through me I’m living in an empty room With all the windows smashed And I’ve got so little left to lose That it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass..." Annie Lennox’s classic “Walking On Broken Glass” played at a reasonably low volume throughout the restaurant as it’s staff bustled around, refilling drinks and dishing out appetizers. At Benjamin’s stern command, Josephine and Hunter untangled themselves from their Aunt and returned to their seats in preparation for dinner a few minutes prior- so she was that much more aware of Hollis’ prolonged absence. Just as th

The first glass went to the second pouring and then unstoppably to the fifth and eventually ending with only a little drop that won't even quench a thirst on the bottom of the glass. "Cheers to everyone who needs to...." "Shhhhhh," Yhannie raised her glass for a toss, but I cut her off swiftly in the middle the moment I heard someone extremely familiar. Heartbeats fast Colors and promises How to be brave How can I love when I'm afraid to fall

“You don’t know what trap he’s setting. Don’t walk into it alone.” “I walked into Vincent’s world alone. I can survive Malachai.” “That’s what scares me,” he muttered. She walked past him, her heels clicking like a countdown. Midnight, House of Glass, Paris The House of Glass was a modern art installation located in the heart of the city, an angular, mirrored building with walls that reflected the night like shards of reality. The entire place shimmered under the moonlight. Grace entered through the side, her footsteps echoing on the pristine floors.