I honestly didn't think miracles could ever come from my broken pieces, and I was disabled in fear that my dreams would always remain as dreams. Don't give up on you. Don't give up on God. Don't give up on love.— Nick Vujicic
Sentimental Broken Pieces quotations
Don't start your day with broken pieces of the past.
Yesterday ended last night. Today is a brand new day and it's yours.
Call on your Lord when your heart is brittle, that is a time when it's in pieces and the Light of Allah can fill the gaps. That is why Allāh is with the broken hearted.
It is wonderful what God can do with a broken heart, if He gets all the pieces.
The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man. How badly is it broken? It's in a million little pieces. I'm afraid I can't help you. Why? There's nothing you can do. Why? It can't be fixed. Why? It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.
It has always seemed to me that broken things, just like broken people, get used more; it's probably because God has more pieces to work with.
You don't know what God can do with your broken pieces until you give God your broken pieces.
The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.
Do we know our poor people? Do we know the poor in our house, in our family? Perhaps they are not hungry for a piece of bread. Perhaps our children, husband, wife, are not hungry, or naked, or dispossessed, but are you sure there is no one there who feels unwanted, deprived of affection?
We go from Malachi to Matthew in one page of our scriptures, but that one piece of paper that separates the Old Testament from the New Testament represents 400 years of history - 400 years where there wasn't a prophet, 400 years where God's voice wasn't heard. And that silence was broken with the cry of a baby on Christmas night.
The majority of the diseases which the human family have been and still are suffering under, they have created by ignorance of their own organic health, and work perseveringly to tear themselves to pieces, and when broken down and debilitated in body and mind, send for the doctor and drug themselves to death.
Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.
The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language.
Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather- beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins.
Some things just can't be put back together.
Some things can never be fixed. Two broken pieces can't make a lot of anything anymore. But at least he had the broken pieces.
If laws were real they wouldn’t need to be enforced, because if they were real they couldn’t be broken. Try breaking the law of gravity. Now that’s a law. Laws made by man are rules reflecting the current status of his moral codes. As he alters and whittles away his morality, casting bits and pieces aside, his codes change to reflect it.
You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
It is better to live as a broken piece of jade, than to live as a useless clay.
You want me to act like we've never kissed, you want to forget;
pretend we've never met , and I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.
For God to mend your broken heart you must give him ALL the pieces. You can't hold any back.
A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
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.
At the end of the day, the only thing I ever wanted to feel was loved.
So I think if I could give someone a piece of advice, it's really learn how to be kind to yourself. In all of our ugliness and all of our brokenness and our bad choices, to really learn to nurture that part of yourself that can be your own big sister in a way.
Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there.
And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.
I'm an old broken down piece of meat and I deserve to be all alone . . .
I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.
When I'm with him, I can feel myself getting better.
It's like he's picking up broken pieces of me and putting me back together, and I don't even know he's doing it. We never talk about it. We don't go to therapy. He just loves me and that's enough.
It's just that it's impossible to be a broken or whole person.
You can only be a person. You can only exist, you can only belong to yourself, and you can only be responsible for your own happiness or belonging or whatever. That broken-part-piece-whole thing is just a trick of the mortal mind.
A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken.
Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.
I just hope people see that if God can do something beautiful with my broken pieces, then God truly has a plan for each and everyone of us.
You are my glue. Without you, I'd be nothing but broken pieces.
We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.
When things fall apart, the broken pieces allow all sorts of things to enter, and one of them is the presence of God.
As we manipulate everyday words, we forget that they are fragments of ancient and eternal stories, that we are building our houses with broken pieces of sculptures and ruined statues of gods as the barbarians did.
When two broken people bring their broken pieces together, chances are they will never become a whole anything.