Broken Quotes - Page 3

It is when you are at your lowest, when you are broken and fearful of change, that you must learn to silence the voices of caution in your mind and leap forth to continue on your journey, further than you thought possible, and pounce on that prize you seek.

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!

Broken people are beautiful. They have to put themselves back together every day.

Broken people are so beautiful. They have to put themselves back together every day.

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

I was broken .but nature is kind enough that I had courage to look in to his eyes.

In Nature, things are broken with a purpose - clouds break to pour rains, rivers break to water fields, fields break to yield crops, seeds break to yield plants … so if ever you feel broken, understand that you must be part of a better and more beautiful purpose...

The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

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.

It will be foolish not to get your heart broken, even once.
For having a broken heart makes you realize the immense capability it possesses to mend and heal itself and to love far more intensely,with every affixed piece of it that was once broken and torn apart..

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

Her heart may be cracked, but it is pure. She may be jaded, but she is hopeful. She may be broken, but she is strong. She may be here, but she will leave.

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

I tried to gather all the pieces… I picked each one and fixed them so perfectly. No one could say that I was broken once but they saw my hands, lacerated by the splinters of my heart…

When the heart is broken or wounded, the cloud of tears is torn as well

I sometimes go and sit there. it is my museum of broken things.

The thing is that when you find true love.... it lives on.
No matter if you two seperate but the love stays alive; broken, gasping for breath, love and affection, but in agony, waiting for everything to end. But Sadly, It lives on... in memories and thought's.

When my heart yearn for silence in a crowd full of cheerful people, thats not the lonliness i seek but want to feel the rustling of my abandoned desires pouring upon the broken hearts. All the noise i want to here now is the symphony of love and of healing.

A false love, begins with the eye and soon spills from the eye in pain. Where a true love, begins with the eye, and settles in the heart.