Quotes About Broken

There's a blaze of light in every word. It doesn't matter which you heard. The holy or the broken hallelujah.

How beautiful you now are," she exclaimed, "your eyes half-broken in ecstacy fill me with joy, carry me away. How wonderful your look would be if you were being beaten to death, in the extreme agony. You have the eye of a martyr.

I thought about what time is, how we're broken every second, we're losing moments all the time, leaking them away like a stuffed animal losing its stuffing, until one day they're gone an we lose everything. Forever. And then, at the same time, we're gaining seconds, moment after moment. Every one is a gift, until at the end of our lives we're sitting on a rich hoard of moments. Rich beyond imaging. Time was both those things at once.

Out of bad faith comes a longing for control, for the law and the police. Bad faith suspects that the gift will not come back, that things won't work out, that there is a scarcity so great in the world that it will devour whatever gifts appear. In bad faith the circle is broken.

I am happy that the urgency to reform our broken criminal justice system has found allies all across the political spectrum.

The system designed to study, diagnose and treat cancer in the United States is broken, and it is in urgent need of reform.

They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they never kept but one; they promised to take our land, and they took it.

My father would chaperone at high-school dances, and the toughest guy in the high school used to want to fight my father. My father broke his hand on a guy's head once in school.

What I wanted to hear was "The Rose," a song of fear and the redemption of love: "It's the heart, afraid of breaking / That never learns to dance / … It's the one who won't be taken / Who cannot seem to give." She could make me laugh; she could sing and make me cry. One of the people in the world I felt closest to.

I grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years.

I manage my own madness just as you do. And if my heart is broken it keeps beating. That is the strangeness of life.

I noticed that democracy was broken and tried to work on fixing that in Japan. Then I realized that it was broken all over the place and decided to work on that too.

The pump don't work cause the vandals took the handle

There's a hazardous sadness to the first sounds of someone else's work in the morning; it's as if stillness experiences pain in being broken.

My guitar only has five strings 'cause the top one broke and I decided not to put it back on: when I play chords I only play bar chords, and the top one always used to cut me there.

The status quo is clearly broken, and we must strive for bigger, bolder solutions that will provide New Yorkers with the support they need to remain in their homes.

One of the main reasons I come out so strongly for conservative values is not only because of my religious beliefs, but because it scares me to think how much divorce there is in America today, how many babies are aborted, how many broken families there are.

If you go from a structure where you have the support and that partner and that construction of a family and that's broken apart, I think that's probably a lot harder than always being a single mom and having the father being a support in another area.

No retirement system in the world is as broken as ours.

God is one with the powerless, one with the hopeless, one with the broken. And we know this because of Jesus. Jesus is the most fully realized revelation of God that we've got, and what we can see of God in the life of Jesus is the perfect example of self-limitation and humility.

Because it is the hardness of the floor, and the abrupt halt in momentum, and the unyielding nature of the surface, that causes a thing to crack. Even if it is not that thing's fault. And then we talk about this thing being broken, or it needing to be fixed, and not what part of the floor has played in the matter. Never the part about the floor being a constant threat. Even if it is a nice floor. Even if everybody wants one just like it.

She sank down beside the nest and picked up a piece of broken eggshell. Oh,

And what would happen now? What if her dragonet was broken? After all the lying and worrying, she wasn't sure she could survive if there was something wrong. I will love her anyway, she thought fiercely, hoping that was true.

Just fix things that seem broken, regardless of whether it seems likes the problem is important enough to build a company on.