Broken Quotes

Time heals all wounds

I'm just at the age when time speeds up in an odd way. Do you know what I mean? The winters come closer together and you learn to accept that you're not special anymore.

Do you have things in your past you're not proud of? Things that make you feel ashamed?''That's what makes Christ's death on the cross so personal.

Struggle shapes our character. And character dictates what we will become.

But when you make love, the dead stay close, fill the bed, lie along the bodies in tiers, sandwiching all their lives with yours.

If I say you are not free to associate with me, it also means I too am not free to associate with you. I might call you the slave but not less bound by the slavery I have created."- Prince Ikan

I was sixteen, and I honestly believed I was due a love story.

Clean your tears and stop crying

The sudden, painful flare of envy caught me by surprise. I was a loner, my last few years in school. I could have done with a friend like that.

Is that actually you or am I dreaming again?

We who were born into privilege and opportunity were given these gifts with an expectation: to give them away.

You need to decide to stop letting their crazy box you in.

My mother describes me as 'a real hero . . . just like your grandfather'. But I do not know what to do with this accolade for her son, other than let her have moment, or it helps her back here.

The terrible poverty of pride is that there is nothing that can be taken in selfishness which will exceed what is received when nothing is expected and everything is offered.

In six harrowing weeks of travel I felt I had touched the heart of Africa and found it broken.

Almost astride the Equator, night fell like a portcullis. The sun dropped below the horizon and suddenly all was dark.

But who names a starship the Icarus? What kind of man possess that much hubris, that he dares it to fall?

Broken wings don't mend that way

Sometimes I scare myself with how quickly I can come up with lies.

Ben's words called to my heart. Instead of responding with terror, it opened like a fist uncurling, as though it had been waiting twenty-six years just to hear his voice.

Don't look like that, Draco, you look like you did right before you pounced on the cat when you were two.

In that moment her heart fell out of her chest. Like the glass filled vase he had brought to her, it dropped. It was shattered into a million small pieces.

Anything worth having is never simple or easy, Gabby ....

No, you were certainly not trying to seduce me, more like trying to wound my ego, break my heart, I dunno. Did you like how you felt when you walked away? Do you prefer that emotion to this?

You make me greedy for you. I just can't get enough. I wish you would just accept it for what it is and trust me.

If what we are doing isn't enough for you, I need you to tell me now.

Miss Gerhart, the last time I saw you, you had quite a mouthful to shout at me. You’re really quiet today. Cat got your tongue?

I find I'm unable to speak, unable to move, snared in his serious gaze like some kind of frightened rabbit

I must have truly been under his spell, believing anything is acceptable when you're in love.

Bucket lists are supposed to be about doing things you've always dreamt about not torturing yourself.

There are plenty of other ways to mend a broken heart, and doing some list full of stuff that you don't want to do doesn't have to be one of them.

And yet you thought he was the one? Imagine a lifetime without laughter.

Is that what you meant when you said the more you love a person the harder your heart breaks?

I realize that it's not that difficult to remember what people like, especially when you care about them.

There’s only so much you can watch someone sacrifice before you realize they’re changing who they are for you, and not in a good way.

Life is like music on a scale, shifting up and down. When your life is over, your song has been written.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds

Not every daughter mourns the loss of a mother.

Once he heard that books are always better than movies, but he now knew that movies are better than the real life.

In my mind he is a demon and a godand I blame him, I blame him, I blame himfor the world I created on my ownas much as the one he built around me.

Unfortunately, the escape became the trap.

Are we safe from human exposure? I don't want the owners to find a busted-up angel and a buzzed vampire lurking in their shed and freak out.

This is a small town, so everyone talks. Ironic, isn't it—so few people, so many opinions?