Quotes About Brokenness

for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

There's only one thing I'm afraid of—that we'll be broken forever, since someone who's been broken forever will never rise again. So tell them: 'Beware of losing forever.

I love the concept of the romance that exists when people are broken. Like, the promise of a romance when you're at the bottom. I think that's infinitely compelling and romantic.

I love finding your light within the delicate cracks of my soul. There is solace in knowing that every bridge within my brokenness is being restored by your unconditional heart.

The Hardest thing about being broken, isn't the Love you don't receive, It's the Love you long to give that nobody wants..

I met her eyes, and for the first time I perceived that there was something broken behind them, like a tiny crack in a diamond that becomes visible only when viewed through a magnifying lens; normally it is hidden by the brilliance of the stone.

The fact is, we will all be broken—sooner or later. We can choose to be broken or we can wait for God to crush our pride. If we resist the means God provides to lead us to brokenness, we do not avoid brokenness—we simply make it necessary for God to intensify and prolong the process.

False humility and morbid introspection are, in fact, the opposite of brokenness, as they reveal a preoccupation with self, rather than Christ.

gracias a Alicia, había aprendido al menos dos cosas ùltiles que le servirían para siempre, si es que vivía para contarlo. La primera era mentir. La segunda, y esta aún la sentía en carne viva, era que los juramentos eran un poco como los corazones: roto el primero, los demàs resultaban pan comido.

For some reason we human beings seem to learn best how to love when we're a bit broken, when our plans fall apart, when our myths of our self-sufficiency and goodness and safety are shattered.

There is not one part of me that won't shrink and die without you. There is not one moment when I will not regret the very air I breathe. I am inadequate, a complete failure in the very task of loving and yet I love you. I love you. Badly. Stupidly. As clumsily and as greedily and as hopelessly as a child. And I would not, for all the world, have you believe otherwise. I am broken.

Kintsugi [is] not just a method of repair but also a philosophy. It's the belief that the breaks, cracks, and repairs become a valuable and esteemed part of the history of an object, rather than something to be hidden. That, in fact, the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

But from the brokenness you are able to hear God with the utmost clarity, because pride and pretense have been silenced. James Emery White

When suffering shatters the carefully kept vase that is our lives, God stoops to pick up the pieces. But he doesn't put them back together as a restoration project patterned after our former selves. Instead, he sifts through the rubble and selects some of the shards as raw material for another project-a mosaic that tells the story of redemption.

A pastor really needs to be broken before God every day, or he will break up the church of God with his willfulness or let it slip into spiritual death through his sloth.

I wanted a well-organized church, and it was—as well organized as the local cemetery and just as dead. In my life and in my preaching there was no touch of the love of God, no grace. When we come to the impossible and are broken again and again, that's when we cry out to Jesus for grace. That's what changes yourself and others. That's the heart of growing to be like Christ.

Long ago I learned that more than half of any pastor's congregation come to church broken and in the grip of some life issue that is eating at their wellbeing.

Where shells lie thick it is often those that are broken that have the greatest beauty of form; a whelk is dull until one may see the sculptural perfection of the revealed spiral, the skeletal intricacy of the whorled mantle.

David was caught in a very uncomfortable position; however, he seemed to grasp a deep understanding of the unfolding drama in which he had been caught. He seemed to understand something that few of even the wisest men of his day understood. Something that in our day, when men are wiser still, even fewer understand. And what was that? God did not have - but wanted very much to have - men and women who would live in pain. God wanted a broken vessel.

What does this world need: gifted men and women, outwardly empowered? Or individuals who are broken, inwardly transformed?

Then do you find it strange that this remarkable event led the young man not to the throne but to a decade of hellish agony and suffering? On that day, David was enrolled, not into the lineage of royalty but into the school of brokenness.

God did not have—but wanted very much to have—men and women who would live in pain. God wanted a broken vessel.

Her life was broken like a mirror and the shards kept cutting her fingers.

Karina shut her eyes. She could picture herself wrapped in those powerful arms. It would feel safe, so safe. Her life was broken like a mirror and the shards kept cutting her fingers.