Broken Quote by Alice Munro Download Open image “Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.” — Alice Munro ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Broken Broken ; heart Heart Love Lovers People
LOVER(S), People who never get tired of each other because they are always talking about themselves; — Nikhil Saluja Copy Share Image
Lovers have a way of using this word, nothing, which implies exactly the opposite. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A lover is someone who makes you smile while wiping your tears, who can touch your heart deeply and heals your wounds by a… — Melchor Lim Copy Share Image
Lovers are the covers hiding you from lonliness and sorrow.And mind it if they dont keep you away from these two or increasing them,… — Senoraroy Copy Share Image
Love ... A small word... Way too powerful.. With a meaning hard to define. — Jonathan Guerrero Copy Share Image
Love. It's a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
William Maxwell's my favorite North American writer, I think. And an Irish writer who used to write for 'The New Yorker' called Maeve Brennan,… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Not very long ago I was driving with my husband on the back roads of Grey County, which is to the north and east… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Something happened here. In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, were something happened, and then there are… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
The thing is to be happy, no matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It's nothing to… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“Children Katy's age had no problem with monotony. In fact they embraced it, diving into it and wrapping the familiar words round their tongues… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
“This is what happens. You put it away for a little while, and now and again you look in the closet for something else… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
She sits in her usual ample armchair, with piles of books and unopened magazines around her. She sips cautiously from the mug of weak… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
The images, the language, of pornography, and romance are alike; monotonous and mechanically seductive, quickly leading to despair. — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
I was a grade B housewife, maybe a B minus. But when I got time to write, I would be unable to finish a… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Broken by hardships, disappointments and tragedy, people can become discouraged and cynical. But lives can also be mended. Put back together well, they won't… — Steve Goodier Copy Share Image
You don't want to fix things that aren't broken, so that kind of stops you from make changes. — Chris Weidman Copy Share Image
The worst advice? 'Don't listen to the critics.' I think that you really ought to listen to the critics, because sometimes they're telling you… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
My life was incoherent to me. I felt it quivering, spitting out broken teeth. — Paula Fox Copy Share Image
“ving self and others is an every second of every day of every week, of every month, of every year gift that should not… — Sanjo Jendayi Copy Share Image
Your head's like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the… — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merelya marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots. — Arthur Hugh Clough Copy Share Image
