Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
The poets and writers are trying to understand the reality of woman, but up to this day they have not understand the hidden secret of her heart because they look upon her from behind the sexual veil and see nothing but the externals: they look upon h...
Friendship is delicate as a glass, once broken it can be fixed but there will always be cracks
And maybe that's it- if your family is broken and ruined, go find another one, or better yet, go make another one.
The power of evil was nothing more than a tangible thing, something that given the strength of will, could be broken as easily as glass.
More than anything." Rob persisted. "You'd crawl on your belly over broken glass for her. Easy.
I was the kind of reader in smudged pink harlequin glasses sitting on the cool, dusty floor of the Arrandale public library, standing at the edge of the playground, having broken a tooth in dodge ball, and lying under my covers with a flashlight.
Friendship is like a glass ornament, once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way.
I know the difference between sadness and depression. Clinical depression has no source from which it springs-it just is. Intractable sadness has nothing to do with synapses, or brain chemistry, or essential salts, it's born of something. It's the pr...
When a stone hits glass, the glass breaks. When glass hits a stone, the glass breaks.
....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....
and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended
Everyone breathing is broken. Keep breathing light into them until the stained glass collage takes your breath away.
I took out a whole fireplace and put in broken glass and installed a burner underneath, so it looks like fire on ice. I did that in my bedroom suite. I'm pretty handy.
We all have cracks and tears and shattered glass within our souls. Some have more than others. We do not wish to seek one who has none; but we wish to find the one who can say "look at me, look at this." We wish to find the one who sees every bit of ...
With his revelation,...I shattered into a million shards. I felt each piece as it splintered and separated from the whole like a glass I had broken the day before. Debris flew everywhere. It left me without any option but to pick each broken piece up...
...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...
She wondered what it sounded like when your heart broke. Glass shattering? The thundering roar of falling mountains? Or maybe the squishy rip of a real heart?
The slate black sky. The middle step of the back porch. And long ago my mother's necklace, the beads rolling north and south. Broken the rose stem, water into drops, glass knob on the bedroom door. Last summer's pot of parsley and mint, white roots s...
We are all broken in some way. But it’s all the shattered pieces that give us depth. Like stained glass, it’s how the pieces and colors fit together that truly makes us beautiful.
The acts of daily forbearance, the headache, or toothache, or heavy cold; the tiresome peculiarities of husband or wife, the broken glass...all of these sufferings, small as they are, if accepted lovingly, are most pleasing to God's Goodness.
