. . . you worked for Harry King, they said, because a broken leg was bad for business, and Harry King was all about business.
Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.
Is this what family is like: the feeling that everyone’s connected, that with one piece missing, the whole thing’s broken?
There’s no such thing as an unbreakable scientific rule, because, sooner or later, they all seem to get broken. Or to change.
Almost-Sister, you picked a real catch.” “It was I who caught her,” Adam said softly. “It took years.
There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes.
You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.
You had to break, to be unbroken. In the brokenness, I had found, that which was unbroken. That which was perfect, and beautiful, and complete.
It is not love to ignore your spouse's sin, or brokenness, or immaturity.
Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin.
I tried to shut out the feelings that were hurting my heart with a thousand tiny pinpricks, which was somehow worse that having it broken all at once.
There’s a coward and a fool, and both of them are you, My heart is cracked and broken, but yours is frozen through.
My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.
Everybody’s got sad stories.” Devon’s voice was as ungiving as stone. “And everyone thinks they’re so very special and broken because of them.
Yes," I said, staring at the way the sunshine glinted, quite prettily, on the broken fragments. Odd that something so wrecked could be so beautiful.
I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.
Who said, 'All Time's delight Hath she for narrow bed; Life's troubled bubble broken'? --- That's what I said.
I'd ask you to think outside the box on this, but it's obvious your box is broken. And has schizophrenia.
A brick could be analyzed in the lab, broken down into olfactory components, and repackaged as an air freshener that promises that “new home” smell.
Stop trying to 'fix' yourself; you're NOT broken! You are perfectly imperfect and powerful beyond measure.
I've always loved fixing broken things. If something fixed by myself caused a smile, I'd feel saved. In that case it would be worth it. And I was delighted.
