The way to success is not a straight line segment. It’s a dotted line with little packs of failure filling the potholes of broken edges inbetween.

If one day she’ll forgot the things about me, then I wish we haven’t had this chance to know each other.

Carved deep into my veins but didn’t bleedOverdosed on sleeping pills but didn’t sleepWhen your heart is heavy, it gets increasingly harder to breatheClearly there’s a GodBut why has he forsaken me?

Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.

Maybe I naively subscribed to the foolish notion that my love could save him. Whatever the reason, I entered the room and sank to the carpet beside that sad and broken boy.

Dear Church, everyone is broken, stop pretending like you’re not.

It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.

Life is all about love. Everything — hate, lust, money, power, death, birth — it all stems from love. If life were put in a giant pot and boiled like a piece of chicken, all...

I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

She wasn’t a cruel Bird. But her heart ached so badly for these sad, broken birds that, just as the Puppeteer had planned, she had begun to hate them. She hated them for making her...

All of it—for this. Leading us to a door we can’t open, a password we don’t have.

There are pieces of me on the ground.

Lumani had never managed a failed delivery because, in the end, no matter how skilled or how hard they fought back, pressure applied in the right places caused even the strongest men to fracture.But this...

Broken glass. It’s just like glitter, isn’t it?

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

A man is in one piece until love finds its way to his heart … it splits him in half … vital to have both halves, yet excruciating to keep them glued together

To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.

Miss Gerhart, the last time I saw you, you had quite a mouthful to shout at me. You’re really quiet today. Cat got your tongue?

When the heartIs cut or cracked or brokenDo not clutch itLet the wound lie openLet the windFrom the good old sea blow inTo bathe the wound with saltAnd let it sting.Let a stray dog lick...

It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our...

Two broken pieces making a whole.

The fine line between roaring with laughter and crying because it’s a disaster is a very, very fine line. You see a chap slip on a banana skin in the street and you roar with...

Broken people are beautiful. They have to put themselves back together every day.

You realize you’ve forgiven people, your past and yourself when you don’t speak bad about them anymore, even if you’re encouraged to do so, even if you remember you were once brutally broken because of...

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!

A false love, begins with the eye and soon spills from the eye in pain. Where a true love, begins with the eye, and settles in the heart.

When you don’t have something anymore, you learn to live without it.” That’s what my dad told me that first night after he found me sleeping inside a closet underneath a pile of my mom’s...

Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us–that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect.

A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.

It’s a very 18th-century thing to have a book broken into several volumes.

Mostly I do Iyengar. I like anything that’s hard enough to make me cry in class. I like to be pushed over my limit and broken down a little bit.

To heal our world we must be silent; willing to listen to the roars of the wounded. We must teach eachother how to feel, only than can an entire nation grow in peace, as the...

You can’t sweep something broken into a bag and call it whole. It takes repair.

To be unbroken, what would that be?If words that were spoken, had not shattered me

You know, when I was a young boy I used to play baseball in my back yard or in the street with my brothers or the neighborhood kids. We used broken bats and plastic golf...

Records are made to be broken.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

Moshing and broken glass just don’t go together.

I called his broken promise heartbreaking, and he called it growing up. Oh, that’s mature—blame it on maturity.

You know, at the end of the day, the only thing you have is trust and honor in this world. That’s all you have. All you have is your reputation built on trust and your...

Life cracks us into unrecognizable shards of former incarnations. Slivers of our hurt and our pain and our shame nestles next to fragments of our truth, our divinity, our fierce reclamation of power.It is this...

A broken person understands she needs rescue, and she depends on God to resurrect and deliver. And she also understands that even if God chooses not to deliver, His ways are higher and more amazing...

One way at a time I’ll try to lend these broken hands of mine give my strength, be my light.

No amount of soul searching would fix my past. There was no magical Band-Aid I could stick on my heart, no special glue I could use to make myself whole again. I had shattered to...

We should love, not fall in love, because everything that falls, gets broken.

The hard part is that I lost myself. In the midst of life happening all around me, I lost the ability to be okay, I lost the ability to trust. I lost the ability to...

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

Words. Humble beginnings, a broken soul.

God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the...