Quotes About Broken

Some people read palms to tell your future, I read hands to tell your past. Each scar marks a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle, is a broken bottle, a missed punch, a rusty nail, years in a factory.

comes up from the basement. He has a folder in his hands. "I can barely hear myself think." He looks over at the broken lamp. Then at me. Then at Jonah, standing with his arms

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was broken.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.

The wind plays the world like an instrument. Blows through trees like flutes. But trees won't grow in cement. And as heart beats bring percussion fallen trees bring repercussions. Cities play upon our souls like broken drums.

brittle air. Rachel slid her machete from its canvas sheath, but the crow veered wildly and then rejoined the broken formation heading south toward the distant city

He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.

Look at you," he said. "A fractured man, a broken thing. I asked for money to kill you, but none would give it. Now I understand why. There is no value to you. You're nothing, and therefore nothing is what your life is worth. But I will kill you anyway, out of pity.

Look at you," he said. "A fractured man, a broken thing. I asked for money to kill you, but none would give it. Now I understand why. There is no value to you. You're nothing, and therefore nothing is what your life is worth. But I will kill you anyway, out of pity. I

Being annoyed by anything is an anesthetic to grace and goodness. Instead, let annoyance be love that kisses you with broken lips. Only your tenderness toward it is its balm.

A very civilized thing, glass—almost an index of civilization. When civilization retreats, it leaves behind broken glass.

This pain, this dying, this is just normal. This is how life is. In fact, I realize, there never was an earthquake. Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy for dreaming of something else.

I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

I thought about having a proper room, breathing life into it, and nobody minding.

Some things can be fixed. Some things are just too broken.

I still hung onto the hope that my broken knight would gallop back into my life and sweep me off my feet.

There must be room for penitence to mend Life's broken chance; else noise of wars would unmake heaven.

One that becomes broken, suffering from life tragedies, can't feel pleasure; similarly, the collapsed-building can't shelter, no matter how expensive it was.

Virtually, I realize differently rather than others' perspective since protective measures against the outbreak of coronavirus epidemic, execute not a self-isolation; it shows a determined and forcing-advice-isolation unconsciously. Consequently, family and friends' contacts also have become broken, unfortunately.

You cannot build stairs on a broken pillar; otherwise, you risk consequences; similarly, you cannot constitute trust again on a broken trust that you broke; as a result, you will have to bear the burden of tears.

But I also know that someone who's constantly trying to fix you is implying that you're broken.

A broken clock that, because its metal heart continued to beat, was now breaking the time of everything else.

I was in bad shape, definitively broken. A broken clock that, because its metal heart continued to beat, was now breaking the time of everything else.

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