Quotes About Brokenness

Step One is about recognizing our brokenness.

In God's garden of grace, even broken trees bear fruit...

When we are broken because of increased hardship, we simply have to trust in the goodness of God.

we have to shift from a mindset of shame, which sees anxiety as evidence of brokenness, to a mindset of curiosity, which recognizes that anxiety is evidence of our sensitive heart, our imaginative mind,

In some sense every parent does love their children. But some parents are too broken to love them well& others are barely able to love them at all.

I'm really cracking. No, I'm beyond cracking. I'm shattered. I'm lost. I'm fragmented.

I went to stand beside him and looked in the same direction as he, and it seemed for an instant I saw the world as he did, orphaned and broken and staggeringly beautiful, a thing to be held and put back right.

I didn't know how the rubble inside me could ever be put back together.

I didn't know how the rubble inside me could ever be put back together.

everything had changed, and she had crumpled in front of me, and become wholly broken and lost...

Comprendo la desesperanza. El sentimiento de culpa. El saber que el mundo está roto y no puede arreglarse.

Take away his guns and he will use a sword. Take away his sword and he will use a club. Take away his club and he will use a rock. When you take away a culture's soul, there is nothing to stop the evil that lurks in human's heart. You can outlaw guns, swords, clubs and rocks but without the Gospel we are all still broken and angry men filled with hatred and rage.

If we really believe the gospel we proclaim, we'll be honest about our own beauty and brokenness, and the beautiful broken One will make himself known to our neighbors through the chinks in our armor - and in theirs.

That clock's a lot like the town, she decided. Looks good, sounds great, pretends to be some sort of masterpiece. But it's broken. It's rotten and broken right down inside where its heart's cogs meet. That's Toll.

Evil and suffering are real . . . They aren't an illusion, nor are they simply an absence of good. We are fallen creatures living in a fallen world that has been twisted and corrupted by sin, and we all share in its brokenness. Most of all, we share in its tragic legacy of disease and death.

God wants us to be broken in spirit so that He can make us strong at the broken places

The broken home has become the number one social problem of America, and could ultimately lead to the destruction of our civilization . . . it does not make screaming headlines; but, like termites, it is eating away at the heart and core of the American structure.

Broome introduced Flynn to Erin. Erin nodded and then put her head back down. Erin had never been good with the families of victims. "They're broken," Erin had told him before. Broome looked now into Flynn's eyes and thought "shattered" was more accurate. "Broken" suggested something clean and all the way through and fixable. But what happened to them was messier, more abstract, filled with shards and no hope of recovery.

From the first that was a part of his attraction to her: not her brokenness but her potential for being mended and, even more, the challenge that mending her would pose. He thought that if he took on the job of loving this broken woman, some measure of sense or purpose might be returned to his life. He thought that in mending her, he might also be mended.

From the first that was a part of his attraction to her: not her brokenness but her potential for being mended and, even more, the challenge that mending her would pose. He

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.

Trying to gather up my thoughts was as futile as trying to pick up spilled mercury. I had two big main depressing thoughts and each time I touched them they broke into many little morbid pieces.

Me acerco a ella, aparto a un lado el arco roto y cojo sus manos entre las mías. Pero cuando me inclino para besarla en la frente, me doy cuenta de que lo había entendido mal. No es que se identifique con lo perdido. Nora Hartson se identifica con lo destruido. Por eso puede entrar en una sala llena de gente y descubrir a la única persona que está sola. Por eso me encontró a mí. Reconoció la herida, se reconoció a sí misma.

I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.