#shattered

I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy. ↗

— Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

#comedy #hamburgers #shattered-mirror #comedy

I've been dumped hard. My heart has been broken and shattered, and I've also been on the other end of that too. ↗

— Allison Williams

#been #broken #dumped #end #hard

When you break up, your whole identity is shattered. It's like death. ↗

— Dennis Quaid

#break up #death #identity #like #shattered

There are a lot of myths about my injuries. They say I have broken every bone in my body. Not true. But I have broken 35 bones. I had surgery 14 times to pin and plate. I shattered my pelvis. I forget all of the things that have broke. ↗

— Evel Knievel

#body #bone #bones #broke #broken

The difficulty of IVF or of any fertility issues is the hope and the shattered hope, the dream that it might happen this time and then it doesn't happen. ↗

— Brooke Shields

#difficulty #dream #fertility #happen #hope

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 careful inspection showed them that, even if they succeeded in righting it by themselves, the cart would travel no longer. The axles were in a hopeless state, and the missing wheel was shattered into pieces. ↗

— Kenneth Grahame

#cart #even #hopeless #inspection #into

Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#before #being #complacency #exists #mind

I believe women still face a glass ceiling that must be shattered. ↗

— Andrew Cuomo

#believe #ceiling #face #glass #i

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee. There the Loves a circle go, The flaming circle of our days, Gyring, spiring to and fro In those great ignorant leafy ways; Remembering all that shaken hair And how the wingèd sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of tender care: Beloved, gaze in thine own heart. Gaze no more in the bitter glass The demons, with their subtle guile, Lift up before us when they pass, Or only gaze a little while; For there a fatal image grows That the stormy night receives, Roots half hidden under snows, Broken boughs and blackened leaves. For all things turn to barrenness In the dim glass the demons hold, The glass of outer weariness, Made when God slept in times of old. There, through the broken branches, go The ravens of unresting thought; Flying, crying, to and fro, Cruel claw and hungry throat, Or else they stand and sniff the wind, And shake their ragged wings; alas! Thy tender eyes grow all unkind: Gaze no more in the bitter glass. - The Two Trees ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#shattered-mirror #change