The tennis ball doesn’t know how old I am. The ball doesn’t know if I’m a man or a woman or if I come from a communist country or not. Sport has always broken down...

Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when...

she has cratersbut only a fool can deny her beauty.She silently stare sun whole night& reflects his lighthis love with stars at times.

Loving Chicago is like loving a woman with a broken nose.

Everyone breathing is broken. Keep breathing light into them until the stained glass collage takes your breath away.

When a gust of wind hits a broken bone, you feel it.

We are designed to dance. To use our bodies as weapons of grace, beauty and intrigue. We are designed to stretch until we master growth. To replace old dead cells and be physically renewed each...

There are things people don’t understand. And they do what they want. There are rules that are not meant to be broken.

A promise must never be broken.

… and I realise the only way to tell the others is through the way my voice can take these broken wordsand turn it into music. Turn it into poetry.And I sing to make myself...

When you aren’t drinking or using drugs or spending lots of money on fancy toys or basking in the glow of fame or working all the time or eating your way through the refrigerator, being...

I made plans out of hope, expectation, desire, and duct tape, and I broke those plans with my bare hands.

But the truth is that I’m gloomy – gloomier than I ever was during the war. Everything is so broken, Sophie: the roads, the buildings, the people. Especially the people.

Even things that aren’t broken can be fixed.

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...

I sit there on the floor with the picture in front of me and think about how things get broken all the time by accident, and how sometimes you just don’t get round to getting...

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

This you have to understand. There’s only one way to hurt a man who’s lost everything. Give him back something broken.

I have found what I need most to heal a broken bond is time together—the very thing I avoid is the thing most desired.

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