Quotes About Cracked

One of the pilots asked Mr. Smith if he liked his business, and Mr. Smith said, Sure. Sure I like it. It's nice being the only sound nut in a hatful of cracked ones. ---Stewardess to Cecelia Brady

To Trump, whiteness is neither notional nor symbolic but the very core of his power. In this, Trump is not singular. But whereas his forebears carried whiteness like an ancestral talisman, Trump cracked the glowing amulet open, releasing its eldritch energies.

His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved. Beloved. He could not say the word, but I knew it. So did his Fool.

Tell her about it," he whispered to the doctor. "I can't." "Need we distress—" "Now. Get it over with." His voice cracked and croaked.

Glory cracked like a flea.

Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.

On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to god and my country but it might not be the same god as the god of the church and I might not be digging on the message of the president because the windmills of his mind are cracked on a lot of subjects concerning people.

Ambition, since it is an eagle, cracked the egg on that occasion, and unveiled the bright, penetrating eye inside.

Once there was a girl named Riley, the story began. Her heart was a secret garden, its stone walls cracked and weathered. And it was hungry. p160

The earthquakes in people's heads, half the city's population was cracked, a rabble of doom-merchants, psychos, ghouls. They could smell a funeral a mile off, and out they crawled, out of the woodwork. A funeral lit them up, it was like fuel, it kept them burning for days.

What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?

I know history, I read it as others read their Bibles, and I will not be satisfied until I have unearthed all stories that are written and knowable, and cracked the codes of all cultures that have left me any tantalizing evidence that I might pry loose from earth or stone or papyrus or clay.

Or perhaps my friends should have realized that they shouldn't have left behind the FRICKING REASON FOR THEIR PROTEST! And that thought just cracked me up.] It was like my friends had walked over the backs of baby seals in order to get to the beach where they could protest against the slaughter of baby seals.

Because in February the days were really getting longer and you could see it, if you really looked. You could see how at the end of each day the world seemed cracked open and the extra light made its way across the stark trees, and promised. It promised, that light, and what a thing that was.

Champion Ven knelt in the ruins of the village. Sifting through the rubble, he lifted out a broken doll, its pink dress streaked with dirt and its pottery face cracked. There was always a broken doll. Why did there always have to be a damn doll?

To me, no one has fully cracked the code on social recruiting yet.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.

And there's a special place in shiva hell reserved for men in sandals, their cracked, hardened toenails, dark with fungus, proudly on display.

The patina is the history of an object and shows what has happened over time. A cracked finish, a nick, a scratch - all these things give a piece character. The patina is what makes the piece truly valuable.

I would have loved to have cracked America. When I tried, I got homesick. Then, when I was in New York, my nanna died, and I just wanted to come home.

Old typography or letter woodblocks that are hand-carved, cracked, and worn are especially beautiful. I love that aged, handmade effect, and that's why I don't muck around much with Photoshop.

If it had been July, my heart already would have cracked for the beauty. As it was, I might die of loneliness.

There have been so few moments when life was all it was cracked up to be. So much that might have been different had the heart not been obstructed by fear.