Gebroken Hart Quotes & Sayings

Love is the litmus test of whether we are really disciples becoming like Jesus or merely religious moralists using Jesus for our own purposes. — Jim Mindling

Kiernan doesn't answer. He just turns toward the door and walks out, limping. He bangs both the cabin door and the porch door on his way out. Pretty sad for someone who seems to think he's being the adult here. — Rysa Walker

I'm not only my father's daughter, but also a daughter of the nation he founded. And protecting both is what I've always done. — Laura Kamoie

I study much, and the more I study, the oftener I go back to those first principles which are so simple that childhood itself can lisp them. — Sophie Swetchine

I was always meant to be a writer. I've felt that way since I was a child. — Tess Gerritsen

Whenever government assumes to deliver us from the trouble of thinking for ourselves, the only consequences it produces are those of torpor and imbecility. — William Godwin

He loves the sparkling fountains and their cascades and says the strangest things as he watches them.
they look like stars breaking.
Or, They look like Mama's diamonds.
Or, They look like all the souls in heaven. — Jennifer Donnelly

I often wonder whether I would have done as well in painting. — Arnold Newman

You're a very brave...and very foolish little human. You rush in, headfirst, not bothering to even think of the consequences. You don't understand that sometimes in this world...bravery isn't enough. Life can be hard, little human, hard and unfair, and you must know this. Don't be reckless."

-Tiger Of The Wind. — Hiroyuki Yano

I don't know, Jondalar. Maybe you haven't found the right woman. Maybe the Mother has someone special for you. She doesn't make many like you. You are really more than most women could bear. If all your love were concentrated on one, it could overwhelm her, if she wasn't one to whom the Mother gave equal gifts. — Jean M. Auel

My family called me a wiggle tail because I was a little skinny, wiry kid full of energy. — Diana Ross

Rebecca uttered a low dry laugh, not facetiously, but more like a stitch coming apart at the seam. A wound opened. Her eyes were opening to a world she had denied for so long. She looked up at Frank and knew, just like in the books, hatred, real hatred is a Gollum that hides under the mountain of our hearts. It buries itself deep underground where no light can touch. And it waits. Rebecca thought of Tolkien and Bilbo and Frodo and that old grey wizard, she thought that maybe they were right. Perhaps "there are older and fouler things in the deep places of the world - in the deep places of our hearts." And as she sat on the floor with Tom Johnson's Glock aimed at her husband's head, Rebecca looked into the space where his eyes should have been. She looked at what was now only darkness and felt something on the other side, something not her husband, looking back. — Thomas S. Flowers