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Broken Quotes (page 6)

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already. Jack Kerouac
Mary Oliver quote: "it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh..."
it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world. Mary Oliver
Her heart was broken perhaps, but it was a small inexpensive organ of local manufacture. In a wider and grander way she felt things had been simplified. Evelyn Waugh
But -- my dear, my heart is BROKEN! I have seen the perfect Peter Wimsey. Height, voice, charm, smile, manner, outline of features, everything -- and he is -- THE CHAPLAIN OF BALLIOL!! What is the use of anything? ...I am absolutely shattered by this Balliol business. Such waste -- why couldn't he have been an actor? Dorothy L. Sayers
Jodi Picoult quote: "Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having..."
Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken Jodi Picoult
As we live, our hearts turn colder. Cause pain is what we go through, as we become older. We get insulted by others, lose trust for those others. We get back stabbed by friends. It becomes harder for us to give others a hand. We get our heart broken by people we love, even that we give them all we have. Then we lose family over time. What else could rust the heart more over time? Blackgold. Kanye West
What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (Against my broken ribs your breast like a flower.) The hundred bones of our feet are scattered like gravel. It is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium,... John Berger
Our broken society is not born out of the triumph of the individual, but out of his effacement. He vanishes, she vanishes, ask them who they are and they will offer you a wallet or a child. Jeanette Winterson
Czeslaw Milosz quote: "Of all things broken and lost, porcelain troubles me most."
Of all things broken and lost, porcelain troubles me most. Czeslaw Milosz
He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. J. K. Rowling
Ernest Hemingway quote: "The world breaks everyone; but, in the end, people are..."
The world breaks everyone; but, in the end, people are stronger at the broken places. Ernest Hemingway
A broken heart is such a shabby thing, like poverty and failure and the incurable diseases which are also deforming. I hate it and am ashamed of it, and I must somehow repair this heart and put it back into its normal condition, as a tough somewhat scarred but operating organ. Martha Gellhorn
Henri Nouwen quote: "We want to live as people chosen, blessed, and broken, and..."
We want to live as people chosen, blessed, and broken, and thus become food for the world. Henri Nouwen
Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams. George R. R. Martin
Aragorn threw back his cloak. The elven-sheath glitterred as he grasped it, and the bright blade of Anduril shone like a sudden flame as he swept it out. "Elendil!" he cried."I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the elfstone, Dunadan, the heir of Isildur Elendil's son of Gondor. Here is the Sword that was Broken and is forged again! Will you aid me or thwart me? Choose swiftly J. R. R. Tolkien

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