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But before either of them could move a sudden blast of energy shattered the car's rear window, sending glass fragments soaring through the morning air in a lethal wave of sparkling terror.
Break often - not like porcelain, but like waves.
Nothing was easier to shatter than the fragile shield of an idealist.
Shattered edges of the diamonds rough sets to cut the unsuspecting.
To shatter even the largest stones on earth, it takes only a small quantity of explosive powder.
Suddenly, I found myself running along the rooftop, leaping and falling. Falling until I caught the zip-line handle and then I was zooming, flying across the sky. I released the precious glass ball, not even glancing down to see it shatter.
Books. They tumbled from the bleeding sky like wounded birds. The spines snapping open and the pages fanning white. Black letters slipping off the slanted pages and falling, falling to the ground where they ... Shatter.
Fracture lines etch the surface of the glass box as if a body fell from the sky and landed on it.
you will think
your parents are
shatterproof
until one day
you find out
they aren't.
- what it really means to lose your innocence
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.
Time has shattered, it's cracked like my lips.
It shatters the game, exposing the players
Fucking break it! Break me! I'm yours to break, I'm fucking yours! Break me!
I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.
How can you break that which bends?
People break, I guess. Everyone.
I didn't move for probably ten more minutes. I wasn't sure if I could. If I moved, I just might shatter.
There is a glass girl in my bed. If I ask too many questions she will shatter.
We may shine, we may shatter,
We may be picking up the pieces here on after,
We are fragile, we are human,
And we are shaped by the light we let through us,
We break fast, cause we are glass.
We are glass.
Another pop, this time followed by the tinkle of glass sprinkling on the floor.
I'm really cracking. No, I'm beyond cracking. I'm shattered. I'm lost. I'm fragmented.
The ice," Leon said to thin air over my head, "has now officially broken.
Glass can break, but that doesn't mean it's weak. Sometimes the shards are all we get. I
Not all breaks are clean. Sometimes we crumble, sometimes we erode. And those erosions, Eppie-the ones that chip away at our hopes and dreams and out plans for the futures-those are often a lifetime in the making. It's those we must watch out for, my dear.
Too much. Too fast. Too intense. The glass soul falls to the ground and shatters into a thousand words. The invisible boy becomes visible, and all of a sudden, his emotions blast neon.
Move fast and break things.
Seriously, how many times can a person break before the only things left are shattered fragments too small to piece back together?
Break me into pieces,
Small enough to fit
In the palm of your hand, baby.
I never thought that you would save me,
break a piece
for your friends
break a piece
just for luck
break a piece
sell it sell it
break me break me.
Shatter your pride in dust to vanish into the joy of longing and love.
She suddenly felt herself gasping for air, as if she'd momentarily forgotten how to breathe. She rocked back in her chair and nearly fell over, then slumped against the green-covered table. The bowl fell from her fingers, shattering at her feet, broken glass scattering everywhere.
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.
I love 'Shattered Glass.' It's one of my favorite movies. I think it's just brilliant.
It's like looking into a full-length mirror and seeing nothing but pure beauty in the reflection ... and then watching helplessly as it shatters into a thousand pieces before your eyes, knowing that you can do nothing to keep it from breaking ...
The festivities were broken up by Pandora, who lobbed a scoop of ice cream at Lex that landed on the table with a sticky sploosh.
"Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!" she screeched, jigging back into the kitchen.
The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt ... and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.
I break things, a lot of things, but I don't want one of them to be you.
You cannot break me.
like candy thunder. Oh,
I was diamond on the outside, and I would not break.
Inside, though, I was already broken.
The things that mattered
Were broken and shattered
One by one
The fine wall of leaden crystal that had protected her heart - somehow numbed her into disbelief - shattered.
Sugar flake that, yo. Snap, crackle, pop.
Break in the hands of God, He'll unbreak you. Break in the hands of people, you'll remain forever broken. Break to no one, your heart will remain hard.
And she remembered the way he had gone from total control to utter disaster with the flip of a switch, like watching an intricate glass sculpture shatter into a thousand pieces - only to pull together again until you could barely see the seams.
Something will break very bad.
When the mothers start to shatter, then everything just comes undone.
Plexi, plexi, bend don't shatter. Once you're broken, shape won't matter.
I did once shatter a chandelier. I was singing with my college choir in Wales. I was the soloist and I hit the high note and there was this massive bang and all this glass came down from the ceiling. I'd like that to be my party trick if I can perfect it.
If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle.
On her new LP, Shatter, Jude Johnstone examines heartbreak and loss with such tender resignation that I wept in acknowledgement of its artful simplicity. A lesson in melodic grace delivered by as fine a singer-songwriter as any I know.
Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.
Everything breaks . . .
The words slipped out like a bubble, too fragile to resist the destruction of air. It was like a glass smashing against a wall.
a trauma that breaks you into brand new pieces.
Bar and dashed it against Skarpi's head, shattering
We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions
Truly, he thought, the way of enlightenment is like unto half a mile of broken glass.
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
I'm going to shatter into a thousand pieces from the intensity of this kiss alone.
Everything is breaking stones, up to a point.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
Everything breaks if you hit it hard enough.
You didn't break me. You can't break something that was already broken.
One of the ice cubes in Doob's glass let out a little pop as it underwent thermal fracturing. Doob
They think I am glass. But I am not. I am not delicate. I am stone. If they want to break me, they will have a hard time of it. I am unbreakable.
I think by shattering it we can create a new form, a new way to look at what is valuable - how we decide what is valuable.
Walking away, I mentally hear glass cracking under my feet because I step right over my shattered heart.
Life cracked like ice!
If Chase's wings are broken, then mine are shattered.
You can't break what's broken already.
something can only be shattered so many times before it becomes irreparable, just as a piece of paper can only be folded so many times before it cannot be folded any more. While
It was all so goddamn good. And so goddamn breakable.
Sometimes things need to get broken
Their smiles were cracking. Glass is brittle.
We are all made of glass. Snow floats around us. We are delicately made, meant to be smashed.
Trauma fractures comprehension as a pebble shatters a windshield. The wound at the site of impact spreads across the field of vision, obscuring reality and challenging belief.
In that smooth fortress of glass, I caught a glimpse of my corruption gripping steel, which before I had thought of as my salvation, but now represented my obliteration.
Just shattered structures rising up like rotten teeth from a diseased jaw.
Neither my mother nor I had acknowledged it at breakfast, as if even the mention of passing time would crack the fragile votive that ensconced us. And now, I would shatter it.
Don't break me, okay?
Almighty Father, please stop making jerks. Amen...Break!
I didn't just fall in love. I fell & shattered.
I know this glass is already broken, so I enjoy it incredibly.
Even when the universe made it quite clear to me that I was mistaken in my certainties ... I did not break. The shattering of my sureties did not shatter me.
He is fragile, like a prince of ice, of glass.
I've been broken too many times to break again.
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
I'm not broken. I'm shattered. I'm a million tiny pieces that would take longer than forever to piece back together."~ Rory
Whatever it takes to break you.
They didn't break me. I broke myself.
Everything you touch turns to broken.
The best-case scenario is that the glass shatters in my face! How do you think that makes me feel?
You won't break me. Just fucking own me.
So you ask, if I hope
to break you. Hell fucking yes. I want to be lost in you for several
hours. I want to destroy you until you can't see or think about
anything else but me.
You will not break me, for I am unbreakable. I will live with integrity, fight with honor and die for what's right.
I wonder what kind of sound it would make if I were to smash this glass against the side of his head.
That was when my hard persona cracked and shattered into pieces. My hands shook as I wiped away all of the tears streaming down my face. The hysteria that I'd held in all night fled my body.
It began with a shattered dream.
The storm front had finally broken, tatters of cloud pulling apart like cotton candy and sprinkling the sky with the bright sugar grains of stars.
You can't break me because you didn't make me.