Broken Quotes

Blessed are those with cracks in their broken heart because that is how the light gets in.

In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse.

Life is messy.

One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.

Every broken heart has one time or another asked, "What is important to me now?

Love is so many things, but it is not safe.

May the Lord heal the broken hearted.

She could have risen from the ashes. Instead, she smoldered in the embers.

No one can hurt me now 'cause i have stopped permitting them.

May the crushed spirit revived.

During the prayers of the day, there was one less “amen”.

We look back on our life as a thing of broken pieces, because our mistakes and failures are always the first to strike us, and outweigh in our imagination what we have accomplished and attained.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Often, love is a tangled web of lies that only a broken heart would weave. Seldom is dishonesty the whole person, rather it's the pain.

In the process of looking at broken paths, we often forget the lights that illuminates that path.

...even if things were broken right now. Sometimes it was the cracks that let the light in.

she has cratersbut only a fool can deny her beauty.She silently stare sun whole night& reflects his lighthis love with stars at times.

The greatest sin you can ever commit is to break a soul, which was already broken but still chose to trust you.

I may have trust issues, but some people seem to have an issue with the responsibility of being trusted.

Trust, is the stone thrown into the sea, sinking deep in all its murkiness, unable to see what it once lived and believed to be a promise.

When trauma involves intentional harm, such as in a crime or abuse, trust can totally collapse.

If you build the faith to trust a friend as God, then your heart can never be broken.

I told you once I would never let you fall, Aesa ... And you're falling. You just don't se

By loving the broken parts in youI learn to love the broken parts in me.I learn that we are not broken after all.

When Love reaches its peak, It reverses back to transform"I Love you" to "O you Evil".

Long distance relationship is like a dream, It can be SWEET, It can be SADandIt can also be a NIGHTMARE.

The worst part of breakup is when you get out of a relationship and you don't recognize yourself because it changed you.It changed something of you.

If you cannot piece someone else's heart back to its original condition, don't dare to break it.

I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.

Sometimes I wonder, that one missing sock after doing laundry, is the smart one. After being unhappy for so long, it finally walks away from a frayed, worn-out relationship.

But everybody still walked in eggshells around the two of them, trying not pick sides, though loyalties were inevitably divided.

These days, I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you're here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.

There is something beyond limits, in every relationship.

The soul's tears are worth more than the heart's smiles.

I hope my forgiveness reminds you, Of the part you forgot to break in me.

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...

When it comes to love and loss, acceptance is never easy. We can't make someone see all we have to give, make them love us, or make them change. All we can do is move on and stop wasting time.

I stand, and wait among the sea foam. I swim in my own tears-I sing without my voice. I do not reach for higher ground, because I have lapped in the churning waters.

Sometimes we grieve the living more than the dead.

I sit there on the floor with the picture in front of me and think about how things get broken all the time by accident, and how sometimes you just don't get round to getting them fixed.

Jealousy is a mortal emotion. One that means I feel I have something to lose--something that, if gone, will tear away a part of me.

She knew nothing of the massacre that went on around her, but when she released the wail of a broken hearted mother, one man heard her. The one who took her son's life.

You couldn’t make someone love you with a rune, and you couldn’t assuage grief with it either. So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart.

Half-broke hearts just didn't have much pep.

Well, well, my dear. Are we so brokenhearted as that? Is the loss of that terrible prince really worth your life?

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.

A stubbed in the back could only be from a friend.

Should we hold back from loving people because we carry the wounds of a few?

Behind these eyesthere is a girl trapped withinher pain – a girl feeling all the emotionsof anger and sadness.She’s fighting for a way out.” (In her eyes, p. 39)