Broken Quotes - Page 8

Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart.

Spoken of the young Archimedes: . . . [he] was as much enchanted by the rudiments of algebra as he would have been if I had given him an engine worked by steam, with a methylated spirit lamp to heat the boiler; more enchanted, perhaps for the engine would have got broken, and, remaining always itself, would in any case have lost its charm, while the rudiments of algebra continued to grow and blossom in his mind with an unfailing luxuriance. Every day he made the discovery of something which seemed to him exquisitely beautiful; the new toy was inexhaustible in its potentialities.

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’ ‘It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered, ‘But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.

Heartbroken and in tears over the shocking death of my friend, the incomparable Ms. Whitney Houston. My heartfelt condolences to Whitney's family and to all her millions of fans throughout the world. She will never be forgotten as one of the greatest voices to ever grace the earth.

If the lift is broken, I'll just sit and wait for them to sort it out. I don't believe in friendly conversation or chit-chat.

I dont want a broken heart because Ill lose the pieces.

My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.

They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn't want to be broken.

Don't settle for a relationship that won't let you be yourself.

How frequently has melancholy and even misanthropy taken possession of me, when the world has disgusted me, and friends have proven unkind. I have then considered myself as a particle broken off from the grand mass of mankind.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

Take a deep breath and take this to heart; God has nothing to do with broken promises. When He says, I promise, mark it down it's going to happen.

Love is a great poet, its resources are inexhaustible, but if the end it has in view is not obtained, it feels weary and remains silent.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

Dirty, stained, withered, broken things seem beautiful to me.

Broken lines do not know what they want. With their caprices they cut time up, abuse routes, slash the joyous flowers and split the peaceful fruits with their corners.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

I believe that the confidence of Hungary in me is not shaken by misfortune nor broken by my calumniators.

Many promising reconciliations have broken down because while both parties come prepared to forgive, neither party come prepared to be forgiven.

Intoxicated with unbroken success, we have become too self sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to the God that made us.

Whoever stubbornly refuses to accept criticism will suddenly be broken beyond repair.

Christianity is about learning to love like Jesus loved and Jesus loved the poor and Jesus loved the broken.

True forgiveness and love arise naturally, effortlessly, from the silence of the heart broken all the way open.