“Truly, he thought, the way of enlightenment is like unto half a mile of broken glass. ”
“Friendship is like a glass ornament, once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way.”
“Normally, he liked boundaries. Boundaries were the safety net. Boundaries kept people on the right path. But right now, he felt like rules were made to be broken and consequences were miles and miles away.”
“He fell silent, a silence with edges like broken glass that scraped across her heart.”
“My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.”
“Glass half empty, glass half full. Well, either way you won't be going thirsty, count your blessings not your flaws...”