#broke

It's amazing what some scientist will do to invent something new or learn about something they don't understand. They're like psychos with a license. ↗

— Brandy Nacole

#emma #faith

Small moments we find so pointless can become cherished memories with time and the perspective that wisdom brings. ↗

— Brandy Nacole

#memories #sabrina #faith

For Saffron," it said in shaky old writing on the damaged base, and on the other side, "Saffy's angel." Saffron, picking up the broken fragments one by one, said it didn't matter. She hugged Rose and Indigo and Caddy and Sarah, and said again and again that it didn't matter, it didn't matter at all. ↗

— Hilary McKay

#broken #family #family

… she gave me a look that deftly combined tenderness with revulsion. To this day the memory of that look still visits me like a Jehovah’s Witness: uninvited and tireless. ↗

— Steve Toltz

#humor #relationships #humor

It's an unfortunate situation. After such a great play I felt like I got hit late, no flag, broke my hand. That's it. That's pretty much been the story for the past three weeks, and obviously at some point something catastrophic was going to happen, and I broke my hand. ↗

— Michael Vick

#been #broke #catastrophic #felt #flag

Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before". ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#healing #heartbreak #inspirational #love #inspirational

We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places. ↗

— Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt

#growth #hurts #inspirational #wounded #inspirational

A broken heart bleeds tears. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#tears #life

O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken! ↗

— Walter Scott

#broken #finds #heart #little #many

This was the lesson we kept learning over and over and over, the lesson our mother was best capable of teaching us. Love—whatever else it might or might not be—was fleeting. Love stormed into your life and occupied it, it took over every corner of your soul, made itself comfortable, made itself wanted, then treasured, then necessary, love did all of this and then it did next the only thing it had left to do, it retreated, it vanished, it left no trace of itself. Love was horrifying. ↗

— Christie Hodgen

#love #sad #true #life