I've always been a glass-half-full as opposed to a glass-half-empty, and the day that changes is the day I should leave.
Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.
At the heart of excessive individualism is a broken heart
Some adventures should never be repeated.
Some women feel the best cure for a broken heart is a new beau.
I've had my heart broken and then gone out and done dumb things.
The Congress is a dysfunctional institution; it's broken. One of our three branches of government is broken.
As water is to a thirsty soul so is love to a broken heart
The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends.
When you have your heart broken for the first time, you gain depth.
I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always see who comes to call, where everything hanging from the the ceiling and on the walls stays where it is as if by magic, where I sleep nights in a glass bed, under glass sheets, whe...
Tell me something good about your life," I whispered, needing to hear that he wasn't as broken as I thought him to be. Peter breathed into the handset for about two minutes. I began wondering if he was about to hang up, or had fallen asleep, when he ...
The pain and the sadness that you encounter when you lose something important is only a mix of one emotion: guilt. When you feel it once, you learn from it. When you live it twice, you mourn in silence. But if you experience it thrice, you will break...
He who lives in a glass house should not throw stones.
A blind man will not thank you for a looking glass.
A blind man needs no looking glass.
Keep your broken arm inside your sleeve.
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 never expected to find myself here, on the edge of the continent--childless, possibly jobless, with broken bones and a broken marriage, citizen of a broken country. But here I am, and I must make something of it. That's really the only choice one h...
Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity.
New Yorkers, I figured, just pretended to be unfriendly.
