“We didn’t quite fit together. We had edges so jagged we cut each other sometimes,” — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall. — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
“We are all broken, but sometimes the jagged pieces fit together nicely.” — Paul Acampora Copy Share Image
“Time is a dream - or a nightmare - from which there is never any waking. We who travel in Time are… — Michael Moorcock Copy Share Image
“Maybe I was still broken and would always be-but now, at least, I was piecing myself back together, lining up one jagged… — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
“We're broken. It's like we have all these jagged edges that scare other people off, but when we're with each other, our… — Sarra Manning Copy Share Image
Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles… — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
“Ana was a tornado. A jagged, hundred-sided peg in a community where everyone was supposed to fit into round holes.” — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
My life is not packaged, Not tidy. There are leftover strands and jagged Edges that cut even my friends. — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share Image
“For though my rhyme be ragged, Tattered and jagged, Rudely rain-beaten, Rusty and moth-eaten, If ye take well therewith, It hath in… — John Skelton Copy Share Image
“Careful," she called out to me, her voice sharp; part admonishment, part warning. But I'd been that way all this time, and… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Chubs didn’t have to finish. I knew what I’d been when I’d found them: a terrified splinter of a girl who had… — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
“It’s in that moment I just see him for what he is: a jagged piece of glass that can never be glued… — Bella Jewel Copy Share Image
“No one would have guessed that the jagged pieces of our soul fit the puzzle in this box. We were considered the… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
I thought I had reached a point in life where everything would be smooth. But it is not. It just gets more… — Sylvester Stallone Copy Share Image
“It rushes through me, like razor sharp poison, jagged edges catching my skin, tearing me apart on the inside. Everything. Every blissful… — Jessica Sorensen Copy Share Image
