“Like my father, I would never as a child throw anything away, keeping old toys, electric motors and bits of broken machines under my bed in what I called my Box of Useful Things.” ChildrenFatherBitsBrokenBedMachinesBoxesToysElectricMotorUseful ThingsElectric Motors Author:Nick Park
“In an old song the Mother sings: 'My sleeping is my dreaming, my dreaming is my thinking, my thinking is my wisdom.' She is the bed we are born in, in which we sleep and dream, where we are healed, love and die. In her wisdom we remember day's broken images and carry them down into dreams where their motions roll into shadows and root, growing into stories.” ThinkingStoriesDreamRememberMotherSongDiesBornSleepGrowingBrokenBedShadowRootsHealedOld SongSleep And DreamBroken Images Author:Meinrad Craighead
“There are knives that glitter like altars In a dark church Where they bring the cripple and the imbecile To be healed. There's a woden block where bones are broken, Scraped clean--a river dried to its bed” ChurchDarkBrokenBedRiversCleanKillingBonesBlockKnivesAltarsHealedGlitterCripplesImbeciles Author:Charles Simic
“When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.” HeartMomentsDreamBrokenBedWake UpBreatheHardestKneesWakingLost LoveHeartedBroken HeartedMature Love Author:John Mayer
“But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.” WorldMindMomentsBornLinesDarkMillionsSawsPiecesStreetsNew YorkBrokenTomorrowBedPaperForestsEveningFlatsBottlesMilkPencilsUnimportantCarols Author:Patricia Highsmith
“I carried Rudy softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.” HeartLittlesDoeBookSoulMomentsLyingNextNamesBlackWaterStepsBoysSawsDoorsStreetsCryBrokenMy HeartCallingTasteBedKissingHarderNeighborHipsRanGloriousTapeImaginaryChasingComfortingIcyRudyNext Door Neighbors Author:Markus Zusak
“Pain! Deep, tearing, throbbing, needle-sharp, hammer-blunt pain – ripping through his body and through his mind, twisting deep in his guts and slicing at his skin with razors and broken glass. Oskan wanted to scream, but his vocal cords had burned away. He was desperate for water and he could hear it dripping all around him, but his charred tongue found nothing in his mouth but blisters and scorched flesh. For hours he lay on the ropes of the low bed, unable to move, the pressure of the hemp on his destroyed skin sending new agonies deep into his body.” MindBodyWantedPainMovingFoundWaterHoursBrokenBedLowsMouthsSkinsPressureLaysGlassesTongueFleshDestroyedDesperateGutsScreamBurnedAgonyRopeHammersVocalNeedlesBluntRazorsCordsDrippingHempBroken GlassBlistersVocal Cords Book:The Icemark Chronicles #1: Cry of the Icemark Source: The Icemark Chronicles #1: Cry of the Icemark
“Because in a small dark room, a broken child lies on a filthy bed and stares up at a high window. He waits for me, too. And I—I who have failed at everything and have failed everyone—I must not, I cannot, I will not fail him.” ChildrenLyingWaitingDarkRoomsFailingBrokenBedWindowStaringFilthyDark RoomWait For Me Book:Revolution Source: Revolution
“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.” WayLightUniverseBitsRoomsBoysSawsPiecesPlanetsFlowerBrokenBedInfiniteGlassesCellsRainbowInsectsShiftingTubesDividingKaleidoscopeBroken GlassInfinite Universe Book:Wasteland Source: Wasteland