Quotes About Cracked

warm, buttery sunlight flows into the room like yolk from a cracked egg...

Early on I saw the repression and idolatry of Stalinism, and when it cracked, I was open to religion again.

Books that hadn't been cracked since they were shelved. Give money to a monkey and he'll fill his cage with bananas. Give the same money to a dim American and he'll build a show library every time.

Modelland was once her home... home... home, But foolish lust we don't condone... done... done, Now a cursed and cracked gemstone... stone... stone, Modelland is not her home.

The mental pane of glass shattered.

Your life is nothing, just a little makeshift that you play with for a while, a machine that you put to use. And if something cracks it, then it's cracked, that's all.

The journey itself was the architect of the wood. The interior would never be fully dark because the struggle had cracked it, providing an avenue for the light.

This book is about a simple idea: Clarissa and the talent hotbeds are doing the same thing. They have tapped into a neurological mechanism in which certain patterns of targeted practice build skill. Without realizing it, they have entered a zone of accelerated learning that, while it can't quite be bottled, can be accessed by those who know how. In short, they've cracked the talent code.

Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more.

The characteristic symptoms of atrophy include a dry tongue. In advanced cases, it may be narrow, thin, withered, or cracked, but it will always be dry. It can also be red from heat caused by a lack of fluids, or pale from lack of nutrition.

The alligator was very dead and had been that way a long time and was dried up and cracked and coming apart at the seams. Nobody wanted to take pictures of the dead alligator since it already had enough problems.

If you were careful, if you were a proper part of things, then you could help. You mended what was cracked. You tended to the things you found askew. And you trusted the world in turn would brush you up against the chance to eat.

small gully where the red mud had dried and cracked in a system of parched veins.

This is what you left, I thought. The vindication of the choice you made to leave that night. Vindication and horror. Sometimes being right isn't all it's cracked up to be: how many times in the last few years I thought about bitter fruit, how when what you are right about is—well you can't even look at it.