Best 14 quotes in «shattered glass quotes» category

Do you know why I like dogs and not cats? Because when you’re talking to dogs, they don’t walk away in order to rim themselves. ~Austin to Cai's cat Begone Cai's, also known as the "fucking hairball with the crazies.

At some point all of this is going to catch up with me,” I said. “What is?” “Gay, boyfriend, job loss, career in the toilet, gay, criminals in my house, criminals in my bed.” “You said the gay thing twice.” “It deserves double billing.

Clean," Peter said. "Can I get a water bottle or something to clean his hands?" I scanned the crowd. He drew my attention back to him with a pull of my hand. "No," Peter said. "I'm...clean." I had missed who Peter was until that very moment... I broke. It wasn't a visible fracture. I didn't sob or explode into anguish. I didn't give in to my vomitus urge that came from the burst of self-loathing. But I shattered nonetheless. "Well, you look filthy," I said, hitting redial on his phone and jamming it to my ear.

Do you know what I did to the last guy that called me Tinkerbelle?" "Slept with him?" Darryl was silent for a second. "After that.

Fucking cracker,” Alvarado hissed as he was shoved into the patrol car. “Aw, that’s discrimination, right there.” I feigned hurt. “See, I see you as scumbag first, Alvarado. Or dick-cheese. Scumsucking pedophile. Asshole. The fact that you’re Hispanic doesn’t even factor into it.

How do you feel?" "Shattered." He said. "Like when you throw a rock at a mirror and watch yourself shatter along with it.

I was going to be mature about this. And ignore him.

What is wrong with you?” He glared at me. “I’m somewhat sure I’m suddenly gay,” I shrugged, “My father and mother are hypocritical abandoning homophobic assholes. The former defending my chief suspect in the biggest case of my life—something I’m sure you had a hand in. I’m obsessed with your freckles, your bunny slippers and your lips—which I should be getting points for not kissing while you’re incapacitated, by the way. I’m dating a whore while working on the vice squad—points to me again for not arresting your ass for that—and I’m ridiculously horny. Oh, and my fiancée won’t talk to me.

I was shattered glass but you weren’t a repairman.

Peter to Austin: "Hard-ons don't make you think less. They make you think stupid. Which makes me think you must have one 24/7.

What the fuck are you doing with your life?” “Dating hookers, learning the gay, housing criminals, pissing off my fellow cops, and taking in what everyone says is a cat, but which I’m definitely sure is not a cat. I’m undecided on its actual species. I think it’s a cross between a rat and some kind of alien life—

Tell me something good about your life," I whispered, needing to hear that he wasn't as broken as I thought him to be. Peter breathed into the handset for about two minutes. I began wondering if he was about to hang up, or had fallen asleep, when he answered. "You." It was so quiet I almost didn't hear it. And then he hung up before I could ask him to repeat himself. I fell asleep, grinning, with the phone still clutched in my hand and my milk souring on the coffee table.

Your daughter is gay? Where are all these gay people coming from? Gay friends. Gay daughters of friends. Gay sisters-in-law. Gay suspects. I ask one guy for a kiss and suddenly I’m living in Ancient Greece.

You're talking crazy, Cassie. Let me break that glass around you."I wrap my hand around the door knob and allow tears to fall. "That's the problem with glass, Keith. When you break it, it cuts you." I swing the door open. "And pieces are left shattered everywhere that you can never put back together.