This is a grave. There is no honor here in broken tools and old bones, only in the deeds of our children.
There is a falling from the sky The sacred hoop is broken But different hands with different voice Hear the ancient songs And soon All men will see That truth and justice Must Prevail.
By today’s standards, if you go by the early morning TV misery shows, my broken home family of mixed parentage siblings was quite normal.
For me, Mama's cabinet had been full of mysteries and secrets to be puzzled out, like an adventure. For them it had been full of memories. And I had broken all of them.
Then all the charm Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread, And each mis-shape the other.
Far too many people allow broken egos and wounded prides to convince them to seek justice before they seek understanding.
Suffering reminds us of our brokenness, our humanity. It disarms us of our self-absorption and magnifies our need for one another.
Nothing is infinitely reducible. You can split an atom but you can't vaporize it. Stuff sticks around. It clings to you, even when it's broken.
You know what kind of a man Lonny Tooker is? The kind of a man that sets broken bird's wings." "Hitler loved dogs and babies," Dave said.
Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.
. . . 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 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.
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.
