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

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

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

‎”Broken does not mean non-functioning, or incapacitated, it does however mean ready for repair.

We’re all broken.

It’s easy to be led astray when you’re so broken. People take advantage of you.

She knew exactly what he meant. Despite their differences, because of their differences, they were a perfect mismatched set. Two sides of the same tarnished penny. An out-of-step Fred and Ginger. Vaughn was just as fucked up as she was – he was just so much better at hiding it.

I think can sit here for hours,Arguing with the world as to why I can’t give up,Tell everyone around me what a blessing you are,Laugh at all the times that you’ve brought sun into my life,I can tell everyone how passionate you are and how much you bring into this world,But right now I’m sitting...

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.

A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.

You can be broken into a dozen shattered pieces and still heal the world because service has its own medicine–hope.

Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worse type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the long run....

People whose own dreams aren’t completed, help others to accomplish their dreams.

My next memory is of waking up, it then being dark outside, and my brother and sister fast asleep on the couch. Sitting up I sensed something was broken. Maybe the night? It was open and alive with lights and noises and worried voices. The adults were up, and in and out: we were all...

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 balls and played for hours and hours.

This planet is a broken bone that didn’t set right, a hundred pieces of crystal glued together. We’ve been shattered and reconstructed, told to make an effort every single day to pretend we still function the way we’re supposed to. But it’s a lie, it’s all a lie.

I think fidelity is absolutely important, especially in the acting industry, which is littered with broken relationships because people are away filming for months.

Sleep!May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything’s fine, normal, at home.Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there’s light, hope and a new home.Sleep, you crazy soul, just...

One can simply never take back the words he spoke.And when you know you unintentionally did hurt someone, instead of letting it go or keeping a distance from that person, you can actually do something to mend the broken. That’s the least we can do, when circumstances never are on our side; we can stick...

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

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 your journey, further than you thought possible, and pounce on that prize you seek.

She could have risen from the ashes. Instead, she smoldered in the embers.

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 laughter when he falls slap on his backside. If in doing so you suddenly see he’s broken a leg, you...

I’d do it all over again, knowing that you were going to be there at the end. I’d walk through the sadness and the loneliness all over again for you.

My bed is massive (I drown in it, and it doesn’t matter how big the bed is, my nightmares more than fill it)

I am a girl in want of complete destruction.

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

They’re like sharks. Circling. Cute, single guy, good job, nice car. It’s all they know about me.”His tone was light but his expression serious.Maybe that’s because it’s all you show them.”Maybe it’s all they want to see.

In case you haven’t noticed, we’re already involved, Finch. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m broken too.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

Maybe being broken helps you become a better person.

We’ve broken the code base into logical chunks, called modules, and the foundation staff delegate authority for the modules to people with the most expertise.

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 then what we can fathom.

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 feel so wretched, when she should be happiest. That happens sometimes.

And everyone thinks they’re so very special and broken because of them.

What they have been teaching us is wrong. Yes, we do have control over our choices. Why? Because life gave us the freedom to choose. The only downside to this freedom are the insatiable consequences we shall have to face because of the choices we learned to embrace.

I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

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 itLet a bird lean in the hole and singA simple song like a tiny bellAnd let it ringLet it go.Let...

What’s broken is broken—and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live…I’m too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.

I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing.

I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let’s see, one hundred, two… yes, you’ll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I’m with whole, healed people I feel...

Jealousy is a mortal emotion. One that means I feel I have something to lose–something that, if gone, will tear away a part of me.

The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.I broke something, Old Man.How badly is it broken?It’s in a million little pieces.I’m afraid I can’t help you.Why?There’s nothing you can do.Why?It can’t be fixed.Why?It’s broken beyond repair. It’s in a million little pieces.

To be rejected by someone doesn’t mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person. It doesn’t mean that nobody will ever love you anymore. Remember that only ONE person has rejected you at the moment, and it only hurt so much because to you, that person’s...

A Broken Record can still play the best soundtrack. Broken can be beautiful when you allow God work on you.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

You look delicious. If I don’t get you out of here, I’m going to devour you like it’s my birthday, and you’re my cake.

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 personal honor. When you don’t have that anymore, well, you know, there you go. Trust was broken.

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 the fat would melt away, and what you’d be left with is love.