“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.” GivingDifferentShowsFearSoundWaterBehindsMorningSunTreeRocksBrokenBeatsShadowRedStonesDustEveningRisingDryReliefShelterCricketHandfulBehind YouWaste LandDead TreesSound Of WaterBroken Images Author:T. S. Eliot
“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.” WantHomeEyeLyingBrokenDryHer EyesPlaces To GoBroken Inside Author:Avril Lavigne
“So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.” MadeLeftWaterTearsBrokenHeartbreakMouthsBetrayalDesertDryWarmthHollowAbandonmentLeft AloneDuskBetrayed Love Author:Anna Godbersen
“The place I like best in this world is the kitchen. No matter where it is, no matter what kind, if it’s a kitchen, if it’s a place where they make food, it’s fine with me. Ideally it should be well broken in. Lots of tea towels, dry and immaculate. Where tile catching the light (ting! Ting!)” (p. 3).” IfsWorldShouldWellsKindMatterLightThis WorldBrokenFineNo Matter WhatTeaKitchenDryCatchingTowelsImmaculateTiles Book:Three plays Source: Three plays
“When we lay the soil of our hard lives open to the rain of grace and let joy penetrate our cracked and dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life grows. How can this not be the best thing for the world? For us?” WorldHardJoyGrowsGraceBrokenRainSkinsLaysBest ThingsDrySoilBeing The BestPenetrateCrackedHard LifeCrevice Author:Ann Voskamp
“I will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.” SoulSunPiecesWindBrokenGoes OnThousandBlowMy SoulDrySandShoreDriftwood Book:Just One Wish Source: Just One Wish