#shatter

The desperation his expression,the anguish carved into his features, the way he looks at me, like he might die if I do. ↗

— taherah mafi

#shatter-me #taherah-mafi #unravel-me #love

A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#assistance #breaking #broken #broken-glass #commuity

A revolution is an act of violence whereby one class shatters the authority of another. ↗

— James MacGregor Burns

#another #authority #class #revolution #shatters

I hear Jesus telling us to stop negotiating with Him, to stop offering something we think we have in exchange for His blessings. ↗

— Larry Crabb

#shattered-dreams #dreams

Love's boat has been shattered against the life of everyday. You and I are quits, and it's useless to draw up a list of mutual hurts, sorrows, and pains. ↗

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

#been #boat #draw #everyday #hurts

Our family had been shattered, but we now are more united, and the remains of my family and the majority of my mother's family are glad to know the truth about a horrible crime. ↗

— Sam Sheppard

#been #crime #family #glad #had

In the practical art of war, the best thing of all is to take the enemy's country whole and intact; to shatter and destroy it is not so good. ↗

— Sun Tzu

#art of war #best #country #destroy #enemy

Prayer holds together the shattered fragments of the creation. It makes history possible. ↗

— Jacques Ellul

#fragments #history #holds #makes #possible

I did once shatter a chandelier. I was singing with my college choir in Wales. I was the soloist and I hit the high note and there was this massive bang and all this glass came down from the ceiling. I'd like that to be my party trick if I can perfect it. ↗

— Katherine Jenkins

#came #ceiling #choir #college #did

The eye turned to the fire gave back no light and he closed it with his thumb and sat by her and put his hand upon her bloodied forehead and closed his own eyes that he could see her running in the mountains, running in the starlight where the grass was wet and the sun's coming as yet had not undone the rich matrix of creatures passed in the night before her. Deer and hare and dove and groundvole all richly empaneled on the air for her delight, all nations of the possible world ordained by God of which she was one among and not separate from. Where she ran the cries of the coyotes clapped shut as if a door had closed upon them and all was fear and marvel. He took up her stiff head out of the leaves and held it or he reached to hold what cannot be held, what already ran among the mountains at once terrible and of great beauty, like flowers that feed on flesh. What blood and bone are made of but can themselves not make on any altar nor by any wound of war. What we may well believe has power to cut and shape and hollow out the dark form of the world surely if wind can, if rain can. But which cannot be held never be held and is no flower but is swift and a huntress and the wind itself is in terror of it and the world cannot lose it. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#earth-shattering #melancholy #beauty