Quotes About Fractured

It beings with fear, passion begins with a fear. Fear is the trembling of faith. One cannot have faith without being afraid. One cannot have faith, no human being. Being human is that: to have faith that's been fractured then stuck back together.

Other leaders center on those who are far, designing their programs to bypass parents and reach children whose families are fractured and fragmented. The problem is this focus on reaching children directly can become so thoroughgoing that the church never explicitly expects any parents— even Christian parents—to disciple their children.

The Muslim community is completely fractured - it doesn't really exist anymore; the only place it does exist is online.

If you're lucky like me, your relationship with your brother has resolved itself on the peaceful side of the fence and has stayed there. But if you're someone who's got a family that's all fractured and finding it hard to relate, that's a very sad place to be.

the wasteland flanked by magnificent mountains of sharp, shining granite peaks, some like shattered knives and others like fractured black bones, or marked with odd, inky splashes of obsidian.

She wasn't on heroin then, but she was a mess. I thought I was going to put Humpty Dumpty back together and turn her into a princess. Instead, she turned into scrambled eggs, and always was

I am... how do the humans put it... broken?

My mind feels fractured, like looking at my reflection in a broken mirror. I can see different parts but can't understand where they all fit

I believe in broken, fractured, complicated narratives, but I believe in narratives as a vehicle for truth, not simply as a form of entertainment, though I love entertainment, but also a way of conveying what needs to be conveyed about the works that I care about.

The mental pane of glass shattered.

The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly. But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.

In a fractured world, sensitivities related to race, economic class, and geographical dialects have justly increased. Modern ears don't skip casually over words that would have been commonplace a half century ago, or variations in dialect that remain the norm in other parts of the country today. Hopefully that means we're more aware—but it also puts us in danger of sanitizing what is and what was.

irretrievably broken and wholly unbreakable

Divorced from the cosmos, from nature, from society and from each other, we have become fractured and fragmented.

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.

Collapsed roofs "hung at an angle and looked as if they were still sliding down, perpetually falling, like a waterfall." Leningrad now literally resembled one of the fractured Cubist landscapes of the 1920s avant-garde — or, as Ginzburg remarked, one of Vsevolod Meyerhold's stage sets.

I was going to become a human sand burger.

Laurie was just one more dropped stitch in a family tapestry already full of holes.

A personality disorder is not the foreign presence of demonic possession or a cancerous cluster of cells spreading among the internal organs. It is a pattern of cognition and reaction that impares the capacity to be productive, happy and generally at ease. It is a fractured sense of self giving way to the weight of stressful interpersonal dynamics.

Absalom, Absalom! uses the fractured mind of a boy who seems already half-ghost to present the family history of "the son who widowed the daughter who had not yet been a bride." No one can read it quickly or even entirely with pleasure, but anyone who can hear its flowered dissonance will know that such books are why we read at all.

Sometimes there is nothing to hold me together.

From my experience, loneliness isn't necessarily caused by a lack of people but is more an inner ache caused by a fractured soul. The question, Is this all there is? rumbles through the corridors of our minds.

I'm paralyzed for an instant as it all lands, everything that's escaped me, like a bomb detonating in my mind. How Caleb's profile is a perfect fit for the kind of man who might flip violently, becoming a killer, a monster. A childhood fractured by abandonment and chaos, his father a tyrant and an alcoholic. The way he'd lost Jenny, the person he loved best in the world, completely powerless to save her. Then the case going unsolved, her killer never found.