I can do this, I tell myself firmly. I can be attracted to him. It's just a matter of self control and possibly also getting very drunk. So I lift my glass and take several huge gulps. I can feel the bubbles surging into my head, singing happily "I'm going to be a millionaire's wife! I'm going to be a millionaire's wife!" And when I look back at Tarquin, he already looks a bit more attractive. Alcohol is obviously going to be the key to our marital status.
A fine meal. . . is a delight in itself; add a glass of wine-gleaming red or translucent greenish gold-and delectation will be doubled.
I remember when I first got married, there was a certain amount of internet traffic on the subject of, "Who is this beard who is allegedly married to Ira Glass? Obviously, he's gay. "
I saw a boy of the crew purchasing javelins of them with bits of platters and broken glass.
Most people put a hat and glasses on to go incognito. I take them off.
Perhaps the Doors, Curtains, Surface Pictures, Panes of Glass, etc. are metaphors of despair, prompted by the dilemma that our sense of sight causes us to apprehend things, but at the same time restricts and partly precludes our apprehension of reality.
There [DreamTigers by Jorge Luis Borges] were these little fablesque things, you know, dream tigers, beautiful, beautiful pieces that when you read them had the power of a long piece, but they were prose, and they had the power of poetry, in that the last line wasn't the end, it was a reverberation, like when you tap on a glass made of crystal, and it goes ping.
Who doesn't have a friend who worships her lover with a passion that seems baffling to everyone that knows them? Before you met him for the first time, she'd talked him up like he was a cross between Indiana Jones, Barack Obama and The Doctor. When you finally meet him, he's a quiet little thing who looks like a baked bean in glasses, and actually says 'harumph' as spelt.
Getting older is a lot of fun. Right up there with chewing glass or putting your hand in a blender.
but their eyes were as cold blue glass buttons.
I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty. '" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste. " Brett's glass was empty.
Staring at the world through the bottom of a glass, all I see is a man who's fading fast.
People have a tendency to see country life through rose-colored glasses.
Once, my little sister was walking down the street in her thick black glasses, and a homeless man muttered, Talk nerdy to me.
Tequila is like acid in a glass.
There weren’t any fairy tales in the streets around me. If there was ever a Cinderella, her glass slippers shattered under her weight and she limped home bleeding from the ball.
European languages must not be considered diamonds displayed under a glass ball, dazzling us with their brilliance.
He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass: environment is but his looking glass.
Acting is like racing, you need the same concentration. You have to reach inside you and bring forth a lot of broken glass. That's painful.
I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in my girlfriend's blood, lied perfectly for the first time in my life. "I tried to stop her.