Quotes About Brokenness

Everyone is in a process of spiritual formation. We are being shaped into either the wholeness of the image of Christ or a horribly destructive caricature of that image--destructive not only to ourselves but also to others, for we inflict our brokenness upon them . . . The direction of our spiritual growth infuses all we do with intimations of either Life or Death.

Our attitudes, our perspectives, our ways of relating to others, our methods of responding to the circumstances of the world around us, our self-image, even our understanding of God have all been shaped by the destructive values and dehumanizing structures of the world's brokenness.

The hardest thing to give up in the world is hope. And of every relationship we have, the one between a mother and child is the most profound. It is, therefore, the most difficult one to accept when it is broken.

Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite; Therefore I think my breast hath all Those pieces still, though they be not unite; And now, as broken glasses show A hundred lesser faces, so My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more.

It is not love to ignore your spouse's sin, or brokenness, or immaturity.

If you do not know the power of his indwelling life in you, shaping your personality, healing your brokenness, enabling you to live as he did—you have been plundered. This is why we pray

So you can't demand the broken to live as if they were whole. Discipline is not the issue; apply discipline and you'll make it worse. What is needed is healing.

As C. S. Lewis wrote, "A car is made to run on gasoline, and it would not run properly on anything else. Now God designed the human machine to run on himself. He himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other."2 This is where our sin and our culture have come together to keep us in bondage and brokenness, to prevent the healing of our wounds.

We interpret Jesus through our brokenness. A painful truth, but also a hopeful truth. Maybe we can open up the doors and windows we didn't know we closed.

To transform experience and thought into language and narrative - that is beautiful even if that beauty is in brokenness.

If we only identify with the mortal world, then we identify with a level of scarcity and lack and brokenness, and that will be our experience.

Let your tears touch to the ground, lay your shattered pieces down. And be amazed by how grace can take a broken girl, and put her back together again.

It's easier to hide behind deception than face realities of brokenness.

I'm insecure, but I'm strong. I'm sad, but I smile. I'm broken, but you'll never know. I'm still in love with you and you don't know it...

He ran his hand into her long, brown hair and then caressed her cheek. She was so beautiful and so broken. He understood broken. He related to it like no other could. He'd spent his life in a constant state of falling to pieces, held together by sheer willpower and luck. Deep down he knew they were right for one another. That two brokens could make a whole.

A lot of experiences that we have in the world are torn, broken, hard experiences, and in broken, difficult, lonesome experiences you earn a quality of light that is very precious. I often think of it as quarried light.

In brokenness comes beauty, divine fragility.

Any woodsman can tell you that in a broken and sundered nest, one can hardly find more than a precious few whole eggs. So it is with the family.

Hours pass as I dream to remember the pressure of finally moving to a state of mind where nothing matters. All around me, we are broken. Craving for hope and craving for answers, wondering if this is the life for us. Like a caged bird forced to consume a life full of nightmares and tragedies on our own. We are broken, without a choice. Left hiding in all the small things that keep us from dying in the darkness of our own misery.

You killed what was left of the good in me. I'm tired so let me be broken. Look down at the mess that's in front of me. No other words needs to be spoken.

Lei ansima, il collo torto verso il soffitto rotto, e lui la guarda. E forse la guardava così, con la stessa tenerezza, la stessa nostalgia, mentre facevano l'amore.

I have spent all my years accepting sad truths. —Quebrado

Brokenness is a fact of life for us all, and I'm not just talking about physical breaking. Many of us have also had more than a taste of emotional brokenness too.

just as we all know what it means to witness something being broken, we also know what it means to hope for restoration.