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Shush. I don't care if you're damaged, or if you're not strong inside. Guess what? Nobody is. Whatever you have left is enough.
I have survived. I am here.
With, or despite our scars, we stay alive.
I will find strength in what remains.
I'm damaged. I probably always will be. But I can at least pick up the pieces the best that I can and carry on. It's the only thing to do. Life is what you make it.
Everybody's damaged. It's just a question of how badly, and whether you're healing or still bleeding.
A heart is all that didn't get removed.
I put a hand between my legs. Yup, everything was still there; then I goosed Peter.
He laughed. "Hey, now ... "
"I was just checking to make sure all the important parts were still attached."
"Jeez, D ...
Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched ...
the ruin insufficiently ruined,
I want you, Levi. Broken or whole, I want you.
I was bruised, but I wasn't broken.
One can only keep this type of life up for so long without cracking all over, like a broken car window, as you are still clinging to some adherence of your old shape, but you are shattered just the same.
What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.
Willpower survives.
The bent but unbroken ones.
You are not damaged like I am. You are not a hundred scattered pieces, blowing farther and farther away from each other.
My heart, soul, body, and mind all have scars that will never properly heal. Still I survived.
My inner child is not wounded.
The woman who survives intact and happy must be at once tender and tough.
Their clothes were mended as well as their bruises, their tempers and their hopes. Their
I hold together pretty well, considering how much my atoms have been through.
to live at all is to be bruised
The meat was bruised, bleeding, and imprisoned in a tight wrapping. And, though I had a six-month respite from thinking about it, so was I.
Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.
It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
If every part of you is alive but inside someone else ... are you alive or are you dead?
Fractures well cured make us more strong.
It's still there- my own heart, cobbled together and a little worse for wear- but it's definitely not all beat out.
All I have is broken.
Broken mends best.
My lip healed. So did my head. My pride stayed bruised, though, and my confidence was fractured. Those injuries, the ones that didn't show, I would have to live with.
Maimed but still magnificent ... Europe's mightiest medieval cathedral.
That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.
My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.
I am not okay.
But I will be fine.
Everybody's damaged by something.
We are all broken, but sometimes the jagged pieces fit together nicely.
All's well that ends with only minor lacerations.
It ain't no broken.
What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?
I put myself back together as best as I could, but I was sure that parts of me were broken permanently. Dark parts of me. Parts that I'd held onto for far too long.
The damaged love the damaged.
You had to break, to be unbroken. In the brokenness, I had found, that which was unbroken. That which was perfect, and beautiful, and complete.
He couldn't say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he'd learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she'd knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. It's fixed. As long as you don't mind more than a few scars.
You're tough enough to take it." "Everything." Every rough, raw part of him, head to toe. Body and soul.
The quivering flesh, though torture-torn, may live, but souls, once deeply wounded, heal no more.
We look good taped back together.
Afterward, there was that long, crowded pause in which everyone decides that although they are very shaken, and possibly upside down, they are, to their surprise, still alive.
Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.
In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life.
You can be broken, or broken open. That choice is yours.
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about dealing with the loss of her mother
I held my arm out in front of me and twisted it back and forth. Palm up. Palm down. Now you look fractured. Now you look whole.
Nothing ever holds together unless it is mixed with some of one's own blood
Just shattered structures rising up like rotten teeth from a diseased jaw.
Bent but never broken; down but never out.
Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation.
We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.
I'm still strong and in the best shape to continue living my life.
In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
He's very pretty. For a human."
"He's very broken," said Magnus. "Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
Only when we're broken are we whole.
No headboards were broken.
Injuries, burns, and bruises will heal. But victory lasts forever.
Scars are proof we can can survive
I had been fortified by trauma, the way a bone, once broken, grows back stronger than it had been.
Although, we were trampled, our spirit sustains us.
mashed into a casserole of wreckage that still smoked and burned.
Amazingly, even in midst of trauma, people continue to smile, to love, to celebrate, to create, and to renew.
As God is my witness, he is broken in half!
Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.
and a cut along one arm where she'd scraped it on a piece of sharp plaster. But otherwise ok. She smiled grimly. "I'm free," she whispered, as if not believing it. She jumped to her feet and threw her
Well ... It might be a little broken.'
'A little broken is still broken,' I pointed out.
'But fixable.
How is your nose?" I asked, anxious and feeling guilty that I might have caused my friend harm.
"Fine. It's not broken. Thank God for that. It would be the fourth time, and I really like the job the last guy did resetting it.
Thank God he woke up. His face was too beautiful to be mutilated.
These scars bear witness but whether to repair or to destruction I no longer know.
I am as vulnerable and fragile as it is possible to be. I am shredded to the core. I am at the point where I am stripped bare.
I was torn apart. But you, my knight, you found all the pieces and put me back together.
It's alive!" she screamed. The
There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.
We're all damaged, somehow.
The welts and scars left behind were pieces of me.
I'm banged up and bloody and someone seems to be hammering on my left temple from inside my skull.
Head Smashed In, may I help you?
This is a book about fracture. About the experiences that make up a life. About the pieces of me.
Delving into naked emotion is a terrifying proposition. Digging into our souls to look for answers that may not be there is a ledge most of us avoid.
And yet, here I am.
Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.
I have lost my mental faculties but am perfectly well.
Somehow I should have been able to say how strong and resilient you were, what a patient and abiding and bonding force, the softness that proved in the long run stronger than what it seemed to yield to ... You are at once a lasting presence and an unhealed wound.
Frail but never weak.
But you're also fragile. Imagine a mended china plate which hasn't quite set.
We are built from broken parts
I was bent but never broken.
Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash.
Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.
Broken.
As I search for hope,
In the same eyes
I lost it.
Don't go to pieces. Go to peace.
The mask is torn off, while the reality remains
Everything is cracked, everything is stained except the fragile moments that hang crystalline in time and make life worth living.
This is the test of your manhood: How much is there left in you after you have lost everything outside of yourself?
What is required to face trauma is the ability to mourn, fully and deeply, all that has been taken from us. Only through mourning everything we have lost can we discover that we have in fact survived; that our spirits are indestructible.