Stained Glass Quotes

“He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through.”
― Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark

“Everyone breathing is broken. Keep breathing light into them until the stained glass collage takes your breath away.”
― Ryan Lilly, Write like no one is reading

“The Dark and Middle Ages! The Nineteenth Century had an impudent way with its labels. For there, under the window in Arthur's Gramarye, the sun's rays flamed from a hundred jewels of stained glass in monasteries and convents, or danced from the pinnacle of cathedrals and castles, which their builders had actually loved. Architecture, in those dark ages of theirs, was such a light-giving passion of the heart that men gave love-names to their fortresses.”
― T.H. White, The Candle in the Wind

“When the sun came through the [stained-glass] windows, I felt that I was standing inside of God's kaleidoscope.”
― E.L. Konigsburg, A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver

“As punk rock was able to sweep the board clean in music, so must the board be cleared in visual art.”
― Brian Clarke, Architectural Stained Glass

“She was the stained glass in the ballroom, and every book that surrounded the woods of color, each volume of her life, could shatter more easily than ever before.

It would have been wise, perhaps, to run from those woods, to turn from glass to girl.

Instead, she offered him her hand.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“The Great Library of Alyssium was always her favorite sight in the city. Many stories tall with multiple wings, multiple towers, and multiple spires, it was a work of art made of carved stone and bejeweled with stained glass windows. Where the conservatory was a sugar-spun cake, the library was a jeweler’s masterwork.
Each spire’s windows represented a different time of day: the eastern spire was the pink and lemon of dawn, and the colors cycled from there, through midday blue and white to the rich hues of sunset, all the way through the blue-black velvet of midnight in the southernmost spire.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Sea of Charms