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?

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.

Let the kindness and the raw, aching beauty of the universe shatter you over and over again. find peace in the knowledge that your whole is composed of the sum of all of your beautifully...

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

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...

You are not broken.Someone who did not love you,convinced you, you are…

Behind these eyesthere is a girl trapped withinher pain – a girl feeling all the emotionsof anger and sadness.She’s fighting for a way out.” (In her eyes, p. 39)

If what we are doing isn’t enough for you, I need you to tell me now.

…the message being sent out by a broken window-the perception it invites-is that the owener of this building and the people of the community around it don’t care if this window is broken: They have...

We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything’s over, we feel as though we have lost everything.

I get used to my fountain pens and my clothes, and I can never throw them away. I replace them only when I see that they are broken or embarrassing to wear.

Who fixes broken people? Is it only other broken people, ones who’ve already been ruined? And do we need to be fixed? It was the messiness and hurt in our pasts that drove us, and...

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

When one’s life has been shattered into a million pieces, most set out to pick up the pieces & rebuild. Others look at those broken pieces & decide this is their opportunity to start anew,...

Sometimes painfully lost people can teach us lessons that we didn’t think we needed to know, or be reminded of—the more history changes, the more it stays the same.

…It’s hard to watchthe game we make of love,like everyone’s playing checkerswith their scars,saying checkmatewhenever they get outwithout a broken heart.Just to be clearI don’t want to get outwithout a broken heart.I intend to leave...

Never run back to whatever broke you.

Love is as simple as the absence of self given to another. God, when invited, fills the void of any unrequited love; hence loving is how one is drawn closer to God no matter its...

In this abundant earth no doubtIs little room for things worn out:Disdain them, break them, throw them by!And if before the days grew roughWe once were lov’d, us’d — well enough,I think, we’ve far’d, my...

Love is the darkness that shines in our hearts. I bought you a flashlight. It’s broken, so you know I care.

It’s crazy what a heart blinded by love can lead you to believe.

I may have survived, but I am broken,” I remind him sadly.”No, Sunny, you’re just a bit battered. We both are. Or if we’re broken, that’s only when we’re alone. But now we’re together, baby!...

Maybe being broken helps you become a better person.

You can’t fix who you are on your own, but God is in the business of transforming broken girls into beautiful trophies of His grace.

It is when you are at your lowest, when you are broken and fearful of change, that you must learn to silence the voices of caution in your mind and leap forth to continue on...