I you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror. Look a little closer, stare a little longer. Because there is something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, you signed it THEY WERE WRONG.— Shane Koyczan
Spectacular Broken Inside quotations
Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle.
If ever there were a true "just as I am" church, if ever there were a community where everybody could bring all their baggage and brokenness with them without neat and tidy happy endings quite yet, if ever there was a group where everyone was loved and no one pretended - we could not make enough room inside the building.
Happy children should not try to be artists.
You have to be born with a broken heart and a sense of loneliness inside. I never had a happy moment as a child myself.
If you have been brutally broken but still have the courage to be gentle to other living beings, than you're a badass with a heart of an angel.
Acting is like racing, you need the same concentration.
You have to reach inside you and bring forth a lot of broken glass. That's painful.
When the pain overtakes you, reach inside.
Gather the broken pieces, and hand them to God. Ask Him to remake your heart. Different, this time. Stronger. More beautiful. This is how we are made, and remade by the Maker.
When we give in the world what we want the most, we heal the broken part inside each of us.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
The point they (Lissitzky, Rodchenko, Tatlin, Gabo, the neo-Plasticists, and so on) all had in common was to be inside and outside at the same time. For me, to be inside and outside is to be in an unheated studio with broken windows in the winter, or taking a nap on somebody's porch in the summer.
One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.
I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something.
But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked.
When trust is broken, sorry means nothing.
I know too much; I've seen people at their worst, at their most desperate and selfish, and this knowledge makes me wary. So I am learning to pretend, to smile, to nod, to display empathy I do not feel. I am learning to pass, to look like everyone else, even though I feel broken inside.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.
Everyone is screwed up, broken, clingy, and scared, even the people who seem to have it more or less together. They are much more like you than you would believe. So try not to compare your insides to their outsides.
There is a battle of two wolves inside us all. One is evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, lies, inferiority and ego. The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth. The wolf that wins? The one you feed.
And so it is that you learn how to pass, if you're lucky, to look like everyone else, even though you're broken inside.
I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside you like a stone.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes They call me on and on across the universe Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
One small crack does not mean you are broken, it means that you were put to the test and you didn't fall apart.
You don't write because someone sets assignments! You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life.
What are you going to do?,' he asked me.
Me? Nothing. Something has just been broken inside me; you yourself will never be able to repair it.
I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else.
My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled.
There is nothing outside of yourself that can ever enable you to get better, stronger, richer, quicker, or smarter. Everything is whithin. Everything exists. Seek nothing outside of yourself.
The library knows that it is a temporary fix.
We have a stamp for the inside front cover: BROKEN SPINE NOTED. It is like a bracelet worn by a diabetic. When you return the book with this message stamped inside, we know you're not the one responsible for this horrible thing. It was some other bastard before you. The book has a preexisting condition.
And that is also what the movie's about, going beyond success, what is success 'cause I think success is misperceived as just a cake and it isn't. There is many things inside that success. There's a maturity and a heartbreak and sadness and broken glass.
I am like a broken puppet whose eyes have fallen inside.
You have to decide what your highest priorities are and have the courage - pleasantly, smilingly, nonapologetically - to say NO to other things. And the way to do that is by having a bigger YES burning inside.
Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me.
I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.
Now all that's left of me, is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside.
It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.
If an egg is broken by outside, life ends. If broken by inside force, life begins. Great things always begin from inside.
In this busy modernized age, it's easy to be blind to the light all around us.
You see, there truly are real angels living among us that look just like you and I. If you pay attention, you can spot one because they're quite easy to find. They're the souls with the eternally deep eyes that always act like something is broken inside, but fail to realize it's just their wings.
It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life;
It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way to make their way inside; Life doesn't rhyme. Still, life is poetry, not math. The whole world's a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat. You tilt your head back; you breathe. when your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.
Astley comes to my side. 'Are you well?' 'No,' I tell him, voice hoarse. 'I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again'
Don't start your day with the broken pieces of yesterday. Every morning we wake up is the first day of the rest of our life.
There's no point in being complete on the outside when you're broken in the inside.
She knows too well what it's like to tamp down your natural inclinations, to force a smile when you feel numb....The expression of emotion does not come naturally, so yo learn to fake it. To pretend. To display an empathy you don't really feel. And so it is that you learn to pass, if you're lucky, to look like everyone else, even though you're broken inside.
I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed.
Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere.
Even if you can't physically see the result in front of you right now, every single effort you do is changing your body from the inside. Never get discouraged.
It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.
You really need stitches," she tells me.
"Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.
We need a barn or one of those storage areas for the Broken vehicles.
" "A garage?" He gave her a short nod. "A private, relatively remote location, with thick walls to dampen the sound and preferably a sturdy door I could bolt from the inside, keeping your grandmother, your brothers, and all other painfully annoying spectators out..." Rose began to laugh. A make-out bunker... "I'm glad you find our dilemma hilarious.
Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you.
Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.
And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.