It would be devastating for America if Donald Trump won, and it would be devastating for the anti-gun-violence movement. But we would be on a long list of progressive causes that would be shattered by a Trump win.
Alec looked down at the shattered pieces in disbelief. “You BROKE my PHONE. ” Jace shrugged. “Guys don’t let other guys keep calling other guys. Okay, that came out wrong. Friends don’t let friends keep calling their exes and hanging up. Seriously. You have to stop. ” Alec looked furious. “So you broke my brand new phone? Thanks a lot. ” Jace smiled serenely and lay back on the grass. “You’re welcome.
The more isolated and disconnected we are, the more shattered and distorted our self-identity. We are not healthy when we are alone. We find ourselves when we connect to others. Without community we don't know who we are. . . When we live outside of healthy community, we not only lose others. We lose ourselves. . . Who we understand ourselves to be is dramatically affected for better or worse by those we hold closest to us.
Everyone always says that love was enough. It wasn't. Not when your soul has been shattered.
I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.
I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.
Fighting for survival in a shattered world. . . the truth is her only hope.
The out-of-work actor wears out more than shoe leather. The very sensibilities that make him an artist are shattered by the disregard he is shown as a human being.
There is not the slightest indication that nuclear energy will ever be obtainable. It would mean that the atom would have to be shattered at will.
Genius discovers a system; average talent stereotypes it till it is shattered by fresh genius.
If you feel incomplete, you alone must fill yourself with love in all your empty shattered spaces
When illusions are shattered by truth, talent is set free.
No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.
Though collecting quotations could be considered as merely an ironic mimetism -- victimless collecting, as it were. . . in a world that is well on its way to becoming one vast quarry, the collector becomes someone engaged in a pious work of salvage. The course of modern history having already sapped the traditions and shattered the living wholes in which precious objects once found their place, the collector may now in good conscience go about excavating the choicer, more emblematic fragments.
Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.
One of the big things that we wanted to do was trying to kick out a car window as you're driving after it's been shattered obstructing your view. I mean, that's - I can't count how many movies I've seen that in, and we just thought, you know, like, it could be funny if it just kind of goes wrong and this foot just kind of punctures through the window and gets stuck.
It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.
A shattered illusion is a sorrowful experience; but a life without illusion is a sorrowful life