I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.
Julie GregoryPart broken - part whole, you begin again. ( from 'Why books seem shockproof against change.' THE TIMES: BOOKS)
Jeanette WintersonMots clés change broken beginings
She felt as if the mosaic she had been assembling out of life's little shards got dumped to the ground, and there was no way to put it back together.
Anne LamottMots clés broken mosaic shards shattered
Tell them about how you're never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there's always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don't speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside.
Audre LordeMots clés wholeness pieces broken shattered incomplete
In this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out:
Disdain them, break them, throw them by!
And if before the days grew rough
We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough,
I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.
Mots clés heart broken my-heart-and-i
They’re like sharks. Circling. Cute, single guy, good job, nice car. It’s all they know about me.”
His tone was light but his expression serious.
Maybe that’s because it’s all you show them.”
Maybe it’s all they want to see.
Mots clés broken
The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
It can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.
Mots clés life sad pieces broken million
The slate black sky. The middle step
of the back porch. And long ago
my mother's necklace, the beads
rolling north and south. Broken
the rose stem, water into drops, glass
knob on the bedroom door. Last summer's
pot of parsley and mint, white roots
shooting like streamers through the cracks.
Years ago the cat's tail, the bird bath,
the car hood's rusted latch. Broken
little finger on my right hand at birth--
I was pulled out too fast. What hasn''t
been rent, divided, split? Broken the days into nights, the night sky
into stars, the stars into patterns
I make up as I trace them
with a broken-off blade
of grass. Possible, unthinkable,
the cricket's tiny back as I lie
on the lawn in the dark, my hart
a blue cup fallen from someone's hands.
Mots clés broken
But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.
Federico García LorcaMots clés love soul mouth broken destroyed bitten entwine federico-garcia-lorca sonnet-of-the-garland-of-roses
Life was such a precious thing, easily broken.
Shaun JeffreyMots clés life precious broken
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