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.

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

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.

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.

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...

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.

Maybe being broken helps you become a better person.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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

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...

And this is what being an artist means, being a poet? To sacrifice yourself for your art, sacrifice your heart for your art, because it’s only through something broken that something beautiful can grow.

I fell for you and I fell hard. You bruised my knees and my heart to the point where I will do everything in my power never to fall for anyone again. It’s safer to stay on your feet. I would rather walk through life completely without love – empty; than crawl through what’s been...

Everyone gets broken. Everyone. Some grow stronger in those breaks. Others never recover.

God travels wonderful ways with human beings, but he does not comply with the views and opinions of people. God does not go the way that people want to prescribe for him; rather, his way is beyond all comprehension, free and self-determined beyond all proof. Where reason is indignant, where our nature rebels, where our...

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.

Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly toward the door. “My gran’s going do kill be,” said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, “dat was by dad’s old wand…

Prayer doesn’t work. Perhaps it makes the believer feel better (in the same way that meditation or deep thought would), but prayer doesn’t actually affect the external world. Not only is it ineffective, but it is also a very narcissistic practice… why would a ‘God’ change its ‘Divine Plan’ to accommodate any person’s wishes?

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

At best, the renewal of broken relations is a nervous matter.

Love is timeless, like a broken watch.

Moshing and broken glass just don’t go together.

I watched her—the way her shoulders moved with the tilt of her head, how her smile lit up the six people around her, how her hair, tucked behind her ears, framed her face like baby’s breath. I thought about how the sound of her heart beating sounded the rhythm for our dance atop the magnolia...

If the sky has turned a darkened grey and the sea threatens to spill the occupants in the boat, know that the Lord God made the storm still, and though you shall face storms in your life the Lord God will still them with his hand. When you are alone, Jesus will have his arms...

The slate black sky. The middle stepof the back porch. And long agomy mother’s necklace, the beadsrolling north and south. Brokenthe rose stem, water into drops, glassknob on the bedroom door. Last summer’spot of parsley and mint, white rootsshooting like streamers through the cracks.Years ago the cat’s tail, the bird bath,the car hood’s rusted latch....

It’s a cliche that the Senate is broken, and like most cliches, it’s true.