Love turns a heart to crystal...Much more valuable, but…

The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at…

— George Orwell

-*As my world turns, the heart beats.. Not only in my chest, but the heart of the streets*-

— Anonymous

The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to…

— Oscar Wilde

“In this Fragile world, Crystals won’t do…. I just want you to hold.”

— Michelle Geaney

Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.

— Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche

At New Year's he had given Anne a present of silver forks with handles of rock crystal. He hopes she will use them to…

— Hilary Mantel

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.

— Du Fu

See with what force yon river's crystal stream Resists the weight of many a massy beam. To sink the wood the more we vainly…

— Lucretius

I've visited the future and I've seen the Heavenly City standing upon this Earth!-Beautiful, gorgeous, incomparable, almost indescribable, the most gorgeous sight you'll ever…

— David Berg

If I had my way, I would build a lethal chamber as big as the Crystal Palace, with a military band playing softly, and…

— D. H. Lawrence

Of course you want someone special to love you. A majority of the people who write to me inquire about how they can get…

— Cheryl Strayed

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if…

— Pablo Neruda

“[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality. (cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)”

— Pierre Reverdy

The sky was a sparkling succession of black diamonds on black velvet made crystal clear by the blackout.

— Sara Sheridan

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.

— Joan Baez