Broken Quote by Sara Teasdale Download Open image “My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.” — Sara Teasdale ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Broken Fields Pain Soul Spirituality
My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain. — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
My heart my soul is in pain because of youh.. youh drowned it with your blood and left it there torn and ripped to… — Rebecca Alice Jane Copy Share Image
“This is how the soul heals. it thaws out bit by bit, the way the ground warms after a hard winter. you notive the… — Michael Lee West Copy Share Image
When my soul says; Enough pain, give-up, don't take it anymore, walk away. My heart says; give it another try. — Michael Hayssus Copy Share Image
“the soul aches as much as the body.there are days when all the scars , all the old and long forgotten hurts" lights up",… — Alija Izetbegović Copy Share Image
Whatever your pleasure, belief, sorrow or triumph... we are all human and we are all constantly facing some sort of brokenness. Of the heart,… — Hayley Williams Copy Share Image
“A broken soul is not the absence of beauty, but a cracked and torn soul reeks of the sweet incense it contains.” — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“In Warsaw in Poland Half the world away, The one I love best of all Thought of me to-day; I know, for I went… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
I am alone, as though I stood On the highest peak of the tired gray world,About me only swirling snow, Above me, endless space… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was not other creature… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,All things are changed, save in the east,The faithful beauty… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, BUt how will I give up the sky When… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“I gave my first love laughter, I gave my second tears, I gave my third love silence Through all the years. My first love… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars, In a wood too deep for a single star to look through,… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ At Night Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes; The years… — Sara Teasdale 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
