Broken Dreams are like broken glass, shattered pieces that weren't meant to last. Everything is a lie, you just have to pretend. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I am full of broken glass. It peaks out of my skin. Little cuts to huge gashes. I was dropped. I broke. — Naquitta Faith Copy Share Image
“What is the savior of the world doing among these wire fences, in all this broken glass?” — Janet McAdams Copy Share Image
Relationships are like broken glass..its better to leave them broken than trying to fix it and get yourself hurt. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I just sit there. The morning started out like crystal, but the day has turned to broken glass.” — Sharon M. Draper Copy Share Image
The Germans will crawl bollock-naked over broken glass to get low fares. — Michael O'Leary Copy Share Image
Ended love is like broken glass,you can never bring back its original form,but you can still gather its pieces... — Unkown Copy Share Image
Rahul Dravid is a player who would walk on broken glass if his team asks him to — Navjot Singh Sidhu Copy Share Image
“If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed, then I should sink my jewelry to the sea, for diamonds… — Panic at the Disco Copy Share Image
When we opened the doors, we saw that the entire room was scorched black and you were on the floor possibly dead,… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share Image
“I could barely breathe as I fled down the steps, like something was stuck in my throat. I couldn't tell what flavor… — Laura Bickle Copy Share Image
Acting is like racing, you need the same concentration. You have to reach inside you and bring forth a lot of broken… — Steve McQueen Copy Share Image
Mexican homes as a rule are closed off to the world by high blank walls of yellowish masonry, topped with broken glass… — Charles Portis Copy Share Image
“My wires weren’t just crossed, they were tangled up like a box of Christmas lights, all knots and broken glass, blinking and… — Misha Horne Copy Share Image
Relationships are like broken glass. Sometimes, your better off leaving things broken, instead of hurting yourself more, trying to fix something that… — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
I stopped and gazed on the little dull man who was being paid to be a teacher of teachers. I turned and… — Burl Ives Copy Share Image
I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips,… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
I remember hearing myself start to whimper, a five-year-old, crouched by the side of the road, staring into my father's eyes, whimpering… — Kelley Armstrong Copy Share Image
Elvis!" Min shoved herself off the couch to shoo him away. "Stay away from there. There's broken glass." "He did that on… — Jennifer Crusie Copy Share Image
Please don't leave me. if you think about it think twice because I promise every hour, every minute, every second I will… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The night-noises of the metro night: harbor-wind skirling on angled cement, the shush and sheen of overpass traffic, TPs' laughter in interior… — David Foster Wallace Copy Share Image
“The past is like a broken mirror— you don’t remember but fleeting glimpses of it, sparse moments over many years, all combined… — Ahmed Salah Al-Mahdi Copy Share Image
I just cant fake a smile while I'm living denial. Everything goes by so fast except the past. It lingers around like… — Nichole Fickes Copy Share Image
“I was literally seeing stars, and every ragged breath I took felt like I was trying to breathe through broken glass. On… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
“I open my arms wide and let the wind flow over me. I love the universe and the universe loves me. That’s… — Tim Tharp Copy Share Image
“All the way back she talked haltingly about herself, and Amory's love waned slowly with the moon. At her door they started… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Short work was made of a cushion which was so unfortunate as to slip off my chair; and finally, leaping up in… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“He is stark mad, whoever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so soon decays, But… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Who is John Galt?" The light was ebbing, and Eddie Willers could not distinguish the bum's face. The bum had said it… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
“Jethro thrust again and I rode my new friend the showerhead. “Oh, God. Yes,” I hissed, rocking harder. “Yes, yes…” A masculine… — Pepper Winters Copy Share Image
“Honestly, Jace,” she said, as gently as she’d touched him, “don’t you know better than to play with broken glass?” He made… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Martin got up and brushed off the seat of his pants with his hat. He put his hat on his head and… — Steven Millhauser Copy Share Image
