“But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.” RunningBreakBrokenDancingShoesGlassesCarefulSandBe CarefulRunning Away Author:Francesca Lia Block
“There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand. ...with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.” LongLightAirSeaBrokenLong TimeRedGlassesWaveBrokeSandShellsShallowBladesDazzlingGlareBroken Glass Author:Albert Camus
“Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.” HeartBrokenWeakSilentExtremesBreathingSatTortureSandBuriedThreadColumnsEarthquakesMarbleMute Book:Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces Source: Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces
“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, where knowledge is free. Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls. Where words come out from the depth of truth, where tireless striving stretches its arms toward perfection. Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it's way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit. Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever widening thought and action. In to that heaven of freedom, my father, LET MY COUNTRY AWAKE!” WorldWayMindCountryReasonActionFatherLostHeavenClearBrokenWallArmsHabitPerfectionIndiaIndependenceStriveDepthTheeDesertIndianAwakeStreamsSandFragmentsIndependence DayDrearyThoughts And ActionsBroken UpRepublic DayIndependence And FreedomHappy Independence Day IndiaHappy Independence DayIndia Independence DayInspiring Independence DayIndian Independence DayIndependence Of ThoughtDesert Sand Book:Gitanjali: Collection of Tagore Poems Source: Gitanjali: Collection of Tagore Poems
“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