Quotes About Torn

He said souls can be just as bloody and torn up as bodies can. He called it the other kind of violence.

The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I'm torn in two.

The outcome can truly determine whether our homes will be destroyed, whether our children will be torn from their mothers, trained as conspirators and turned against their parents, their home and their church.

They were the screams of riders torn apart by the twisted reflections of their own inner selves.

Grief for the earth, accepting the grief of the flesh and the grief of our grieving forever; grief for the flesh and the body and face, for the eyes that can see only into the world, and the mind that can only think and feel what the world gives it to think and to feel; grief for the mind gone, the flesh gone, the imperfect pain that must stay for its moment; and grief for the moment, its partial beauties, its imperfect affections, all severed, all torn.

Christ Jesus. Torn between amusement and pain, Roarke dabbed at the blood on his lip. You make romance a dangerous business.

Words of war, on a piece of paper. Where peace is torn off, crumbled and toss in the waste basket.

This was not the frustration one feels at waking from a sweet dream. It was the desolation of having found the place that fits, the one true place, and experiencing the first heady sigh of rightness before being torn away and cast back into random, lonely scatter.

Let standard-authors, thus, like trophies borne, Appear more glorious as more hack'd and torn. And you, my critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.

Confession Who knows more of Wanda, the wan, than I do? And who knows more of Terry, the torn, than I do? And who knows more than I do of Ziggy, the Zap, fleeing the rap, using his eyes and teeth to spring the trap, than I do!      Or did. Good Lord, forbid that morning's acre, held in the palm

Ever since Plato, bourgeois consciousness has deceived itself that objective antinomies could be mastered by steering a middle course between them, whereas the sought-out mean always conceals the antinomy and is torn apart by it.

The streamers of my consciousness waver out and are perpetually torn and distressed by their disorder.

My prayers and dreams are wrapped up together, vague and contradictory. "Let me leave my mark in the world," I say to the air around me. I don't want to feel so invisible, yet I'm torn between wishing to move away from this place and wanting it to be me and I it.

They applied pitch to fraying hemp, and repaired torn or stressed sails.

The wallpaper was an ugly, dirty dark red, with tarnished gold designs, torn in places and hanging down, greasy and marred where chairs had rubbed against it and heads had apparently leaned. It certainly was not a charming interior. She curled her lip slightly as she took it all in. This was her home! And she a born artist and interior decorator!

Wherever I looked, there was nothing but drab despair around me, and I had a soul to match, all mangled and torn.

The senior executive at the meeting was impressed, and seemed torn, but he finally said it was not something that HP could develop. It was a hobbyist product, at least for now, and didn't fit into the company's high-quality market segments.

I was torn and stitched, I was a strip mine, and they would just have to look. I hoped I made them sick. I hoped they saw me in their dreams.

Your average teenager can't relate to a girl who casts magic spells. But she does understand someone who is torn about her upbringing and the situation in her life.

During Thanatos's class- Damien tapped quickly on his iPad and lifted it so we could all see: Torn Asunder=Torn To Pieces

I wonder whether the foregoing pages of my writing-paper have been torn to pieces and thrown into the waste-paper basket? You wouldn't litter the carpet. No. I may be torn in pieces, but I do you justice for all that.

rumpling, rucking up, rummaging, pulling up and pulling down … Surprise-surprise! You shouldn't have … the familiar gifts torn open with fresh expectation