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.
I barely know how to be with someone when I’m whole. How the hell am I supposed to be with you when I’m so fucking broken?
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 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.
