I’m sorry I broke you. It’s just that you’re so pretty, and I break pretty things.
I miss you every minute of every day. If I could miss you more than that, I would.
A broken thing can't fix itself.
I'm bent I'm not brokin'. I'm on my knees and I'm hoping that some one holds me tonight.
Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come! And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes!
They'll say you are bad
or perhaps you are mad
or at least you
should stay undercover.
Your mind must be bare
if you would dare
to think you can love
more than one lover.
If you only knew how to respect my heart, I wouldn't have found a reason to let you go.
I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.
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.
If people feel lost and alone and helpless and broken and hopeless today, what will it be like if the world really begins to come apart at the hinges?
To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.
There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.
The only way I’d ever die of a broken heart, is if I slammed into something really hard
I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.
To heal our world we must be silent; willing to listen to the roars of the wounded. We must teach eachother how to feel, only than can an entire nation grow in peace, as the war within will slowly diminish.
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said.
But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.
But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.
We should love, not fall in love, because everything that falls, gets broken.
When you really love someone, you see all their mess and their brokenness and you love them anyway. In fact, seeing all of that sort of makes you love them more.
The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
It can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.
I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.
We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects us-that we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect.
Once spun,
The silken thread of all our aspirations
Remains intact,
It can never be broken.
Go to God with your coal, and He will set them to blazing fire.
To be unbroken, what would that be?
If words that were spoken, had not shattered me
I have heard that Paganism is for broken people, but life cracks everyone in some way. We are a religion of healing people.
A Broken Record can still play the best soundtrack. Broken can be beautiful when you allow God work on you.
Everyone breathing is broken. Keep breathing light into them until the stained glass collage takes your breath away.
Mistake is an event not a person
To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.
A man is in one piece until love finds its way to his heart ... it splits him in half ... vital to have both halves, yet excruciating to keep them glued together
You realize you've forgiven people, your past and yourself when you don't speak bad about them anymore, even if you're encouraged to do so, even if you remember you were once brutally broken because of them...
you just move on, let go, let them be and let yourself be...
There are things people don’t understand. And they do what they want. There are rules that are not meant to be broken.
Newton's laws of physics can rarely be applied to the real world. There is more to life than cause and effect. Things just aren't that simple
No matter who we are, we have to take the hand we're dealt, crappy though it may be, and try our very best to move forward anyway, to love anyway, to have hope anyway... to have faith that there's a purpose to the journey we're on... And try to believe that maybe more light shines out of those who have the most cracks.
All of it - for this. Leading us to a door we can't open, a password we don't have.
Time is timeless, like a broken clock.
Once, there were no predators, no prey. Only harmony. There were no quakes, no storms, everything in balance. In the beginning, time was all at once and forever - no past, present, and future, no death. We broke it all.
Time has no sense but it makes all the sense
It is when you are at your lowest, when you are broken and fearful of change, that you must learn to silence the voices of caution in your mind and leap forth to continue on your journey, further than you thought possible, and pounce on that prize you seek.
Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!
Broken people are beautiful. They have to put themselves back together every day.
Broken people are so beautiful. They have to put themselves back together every day.
she has craters
but only a fool can deny her beauty.
She silently stare sun whole night
& reflects his light
his love with stars at times.
I was broken .but nature is kind enough that I had courage to look in to his eyes.
In Nature, things are broken with a purpose - clouds break to pour rains, rivers break to water fields, fields break to yield crops, seeds break to yield plants … so if ever you feel broken, understand that you must be part of a better and more beautiful purpose...
The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.
Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?
In this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out:
Disdain them, break them, throw them by!
And if before the days grew rough
We once were lov'd, us'd - well enough,
I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.
It will be foolish not to get your heart broken, even once.
For having a broken heart makes you realize the immense capability it possesses to mend and heal itself and to love far more intensely,with every affixed piece of it that was once broken and torn apart..
My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.
Her heart may be cracked, but it is pure. She may be jaded, but she is hopeful. She may be broken, but she is strong. She may be here, but she will leave.
We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.
I tried to gather all the pieces… I picked each one and fixed them so perfectly. No one could say that I was broken once but they saw my hands, lacerated by the splinters of my heart…
When the heart is broken or wounded, the cloud of tears is torn as well
I sometimes go and sit there. it is my museum of broken things.
The thing is that when you find true love.... it lives on.
No matter if you two seperate but the love stays alive; broken, gasping for breath, love and affection, but in agony, waiting for everything to end. But Sadly, It lives on... in memories and thought's.
When my heart yearn for silence in a crowd full of cheerful people, thats not the lonliness i seek but want to feel the rustling of my abandoned desires pouring upon the broken hearts. All the noise i want to here now is the symphony of love and of healing.
A false love, begins with the eye and soon spills from the eye in pain. Where a true love, begins with the eye, and settles in the heart.
You shall love your neighbour
With your crooked heart,
It says so much about love and brokenness - it's perfect.
In every human heart is a place where you put all your broken dreams. When something doesn't work out, no matter what it may be, you just have to give it up and stuff it in with your broken dreams. And make sure you keep the lid on tight.
What they have been teaching us is wrong. Yes, we do have control over our choices. Why? Because life gave us the freedom to choose. The only downside to this freedom are the insatiable consequences we shall have to face because of the choices we learned to embrace.
But the truth is that I'm gloomy - gloomier than I ever was during the war. Everything is so broken, Sophie: the roads, the buildings, the people. Especially the people.
I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time when I was certain we were too damaged not to destroy each other. Now I think we are saving each other.
Let me love you, he said
I want to mould that broken heart,
To feel the pain the others before I have caused,
Walk down the darkness that you walked through,
Understand how something so broken can be so beautiful,
I need to understand how you manifested.
She could have risen from the ashes. Instead, she smoldered in the embers.
I fell for you and I fell hard. You bruised my knees and my heart to the point where I will do everything in my power never to fall for anyone again. It’s safer to stay on your feet. I would rather walk through life completely without love - empty; than crawl through what’s been pumping through my veins one more time.
During the prayers of the day, there was one less “amen”.
I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.
The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.
This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.
When you are deeply in love,. even the smallest thing can hurt u like hell and break u into pieces...
Life is a beautiful journey, full of joy and pain
You never know when it will end, don’t let a moment pass in vain…
In the whole ruckus of life, nothing had I gained,
I just wanted freedom, no more did I wanted to be chained…
A SCAR SHOULDN’T REMIND YOU OF HOW YOU GOT HURT AND THE PAIN THAT CAME WITH IT…A SCAR SHOULD SIMPLY REMIND YOU THAT YOU SURVIVED
Everyone gets broken. Everyone. Some grow stronger in those breaks. Others never recover.
Look into My eyes and tell me "Do you hate me ?
Even knowing that my presence brought a shadow over the lives of my loved ones, I can't regret the experiences I've had with them. They gave me life, becoming an integral part of my soul. They healed me when I was broken and somehow they recovered those parts of me, I thought lost forever.
For Saffron," it said in shaky old writing on the damaged base, and on the other side, "Saffy's angel."
Saffron, picking up the broken fragments one by one, said it didn't matter. She hugged Rose and Indigo and Caddy and Sarah, and said again and again that it didn't matter, it didn't matter at all.
You are not broken.
Someone who did not love you,
convinced you, you are...
We look back on our life as a thing of broken pieces, because our mistakes and failures are always the first to strike us, and outweigh in our imagination what we have accomplished and attained.
You don't need to hold them,
Just let them choose if they want to stay or be free.
You're not a rope,
You're a magnet.
He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can’t be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.
I said I'm selfish, I'm a liar and I'm broken
Shit runs through my head every day that I would never tell anyone
You're just like me
The only difference is that I'm honest enough to scream my flaws in the lines of this song
Even when the strings are broken in our lives, the sweet music plays on in our hearts.
Part broken - part whole, you begin again. ( from 'Why books seem shockproof against change.' THE TIMES: BOOKS)
Why don't I forget the past? Because those memories and I haven't change when everything else is changed including you.
He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about other people (whether they were really all as stupid as they seemed).
I carefully choose people in my life and if you are not happy with it, then its your call to be angry, broken, disappointed and lose sleep over my choice, judgement & decision... no apologies.
Lately I find myself staring at people’s faces... I find myself frantically searching through the crowds for one face. I don’t find that face; I cry inside. Weeping for the identity I know no more.
There are no people who are whole" he says. "Everyone has issues of their own to deal with. Mine might be a little harder, but the main thing is how on deals with them.
Because there’s nothing wrong with me,” Alec says. “You know what is? Our society is so screwed up from top to bottom, everything about it, that it’s become impossible to fix. It’s easier to change people and make them fit into something that’s broken. Know what I mean?
Life is all about love. Everything - hate, lust, money, power, death, birth - it all stems from love. If life were put in a giant pot and boiled like a piece of chicken, all the fat would melt away, and what you’d be left with is love.
And yet we were very much alike; we’d lost our souls, and we were ready to destroy others.
Some of us are so terribly broken.
Those who dare to dive into the oceans, often finds treasures; no one ever heard.
Take a leap of faith, every soul is having a treasure inside them, you just have to dive till the very end of their misty soul.
Something really precious is waiting for you there...
It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.
What’s broken is broken - and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live…I’m too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.
A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.