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Sometimes you have to lose a piece to win a game.
Some people stay broken. Some pick up the pieces and put them back together with all the sharp edges showing.
Fine. Maybe I'm the puzzle. But you're still the pieces.
A not complete unit or a new unit. The elements in the 3 parts should neither fit nor not fit together.
One would like not to be led. Avoid the idea of a puzzle which could be solved. Remove the signs of thought. It is not thought which needs showing.
...but beautiful mosaics are made of broken pieces.
We are built from broken parts
I love you because that piece that remains is worth the whole and I love you by exclusion of the other lost pieces.
New things had to be made out of fragments.
But the difference between the little pieces and the big pieces - I'm not actually sure which are the little pieces. With some of the big pieces, it's a lot of musical running around, whereas the little pieces, you can say everything you want to say.
Fit the parts together, one into the other, and build your figure like a carpenter builds a house. Everything must be constructed, composed of parts that make a whole ...
A few stray bits of Lego edged fitfully about among lower strata,
My skull, my eyes, my nose three times, my jaw, my shoulder, my chest, two fingers, a knee, everything from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Listing what body parts he has broken
Each piece of glass is another piece of myself I gave to him.
It's too bad I didn't keep any pieces for myself.
Two messed up halves that make one perfect whole?
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.
Even a part of an object has value. A whole new realism resides in the way one envisages an object or one of its parts.
We are all broken, but sometimes the jagged pieces fit together nicely.
In every jigsaw puzzle, there is one key piece, and the only tough job is to identify that key piece from the mess out there. "We have to identify that piece. The puzzle would never be completed without it
When your world is in pieces, you can choose to see it as crumbling or building. Your attitude, resilience and determination mark the difference.
A good man's life is all of a piece.
So break me to small parts, let go in small doses, but spare some for spare parts.
We shattered, but we put the pieces back together, and I love the way your fractures shine.
Taking to pieces is the trade of those who cannot construct.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
I'm not broken. I'm shattered. I'm a million tiny pieces that would take longer than forever to piece back together."~ Rory
Why are they called a-part-ments, when they're all stuck together?
Oh, don't worry about that," said the Mathemagician as he scooped up the pieces. "We use the broken ones for fractions.
I want all of you, Dallas. Every single piece. Even the ones I broke.
Puzzle pieces don't always connect do they?
Remember the importance of phrases ... a piece of something, an entry, a moment, a mark. This adjusts the pressure of the giant task of creating the perfect masterwork.
My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.
Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces.
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.
What if you have all the pieces and puzzle still doesn't fit?
Some broken things you can't mend. Some you have to put together very slowly piece by fragile piece, waiting until the last bit of work is strong enough before you try the next. It takes a lot of patience.
A peace that blacked yer eye," I say. "A piece that split you lip.
Some things just can't be put back together. Some things can never be fixed. Two broken pieces can't make a lot of anything anymore. But at least he had the broken pieces.
There are pieces of me on the ground.
The bits that continue to fall the Watchers catch, one by one.
"They won't let any part of him fall to the ground," says Raffe in a quiet voice. "His brothers will keep him from falling.
Some people stay broken, others put themselves back together with all the sharp bits showing? He'd
A FEATHER.
A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.
One more piece of sky in the jigsaw puzzle of our school.
Some pieces can't ever be restored.
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.
How children love the broken thing! And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done. Adult
Everything breaks . . .
All I have is broken.
Broken mends best.
One should never forget that by actually perfecting one piece one gains and learns more than by starting or half-finishing a dozen.
You don't know what God can do with your broken pieces until you give God your broken pieces.
Each part in itself constitutes the whole to which it belongs.
I am made of pieces and of the spaces between them where other pieces used to be. I am a landscape of loss. Most of me is the memory of where else, and who else, and with whom, I have been and no longer am.
Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn't fit anymore.
When things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it's because a little piece gets lost
the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.
She envied the security of valuable 'pieces' which change by no hair's breadth, only grow in value, while their owners lose inch by inch youth, happiness, beauty[.]
Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.
If life's big puzzle makes you feel broken and shattered, we hope that our book will help you look at the spaces between each piece. You'll find the answers here.
THE END OF PART ONE
Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.
Two broken shards, two drained batteries, two men who were merely shells. What
We splinter into a thousand pieces in her kitchen, becoming more together than we were apart. More than we were alone. With whispered promises and words of love, we exchange hearts.
The piece of you that loves a part of me tries its best to hold onto the rest,
but my heart is a thousand-piece puzzle of a faraway galaxy, deep purple,
colors blending together and impossible to place.
Puzzle pieces, people and their gifts seek to fit in
stay true to your self; don't cram or trim."
--glorious day
The two pieces of a jigsaw that actually fit together are the ones that are totally different.
Kessa began to cut her meat into tiny pieces. As a whole it was unmanageable, frightening; but divided and arranged, the meat could be controlled. She cut four pieces. She'd count to four between each bite.
What if you have all the pieces and the puzzle still doesn't fit?
We often take these social rituals for granted, but we do so at our own peril. They are more fragile than we think. Like fine crystal, they break easily and are hard to glue back together.
Life is made of so many partings welded together
First learn to construct the parts properly before it ventures to fashion a great whole; ...
A woman made of parts is a dangerous thing. You never know when she'll throw away a piece you may need.
I thought of the pieces of me I'd left behind, a piece here, a piece there, scattered like bread crumbs. How much of me was left?
Once something is shattered, it can never be put back together in its original shape. Undoubtedly some pieces are lost or fit into incorrect places. The whole will never be as strong as it was once before.
We are not broken things, neither of us. We are cracked pottery mended with laquer and flakes of gold, whole as we are, complete unto each other. Complete and worthy and so very loved.
They made an oddly joined puzzle, but the pieces fit in the right craggy places.
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.
It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
I could break things in a thousand ways
anything from surgical dismantling as meticulous as a bomb squad work to wrecking ball style mass destruction. If I broke a thing, it stayed broke. If I broke one of my things, I lived with the pieces, or replaced it.
When you quilting up a life, you sometimes got to start with any piece you can get your hands on.
All of me, Ava. Every single piece.
Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.
The welts and scars left behind were pieces of me.
But that was too simple: the idea of a man split into two by a dividing axe. Better: a man crushed into a hundred pieces of rubble, vainly trying to remember how they - he - had once fitted together. -
Don't ever tell me I'm broken if you will not be the glue, and please don't point out the fractures if that's all you're allowed to do.
When you take something apart, you get a great sense of what it took to originally put it together.
Out of the debris of a statue thoroughly shattered a new art work is born: a naked foot unforgettably resting on a stone; a candid hand; a bent knee which contains all the speed of the foot race; a torso which has no face to prevent us from loving it.
Everything is a piece of me, a moment of my life.
One should not forget that there are very few surviving items from this period, often just single, small bones, a tooth, a sliver of the skull. Categorizing these pieces can be very difficult.
It's just that it's impossible to be a broken or whole person. You can only be a person. You can only exist, you can only belong to yourself, and you can only be responsible for your own happiness or belonging or whatever. That broken-part-piece-whole thing is just a trick of the mortal mind.
I just want pieces of the world.
One day ... " Gabe whispered. "When my heart is mine again. When I'm not sharing it with a dying girl ... I'll give you everything."
"Gabe," I said, sighing. "Right now? I'm perfectly happy with the pieces. No matter how broken they may be.
The pieces of my sister's body. I stood there, letting the meaning of those words sink in.
I don't care how small the parts are, as long as they're good.
You're a thousand beautifully broken pieces, welded together again. Made stronger. More resilient.
I was grabbing at whatever piece was in the big pile, trying to jam it in, but it never fit right. Then I finally tried the piece that had always been right under my hand, and it fit perfectly. All the other pieces fell into place after that. You're that piece, and I need you to finish my puzzle.
The beauty of being shattered is how the shards become our character and our marks of distinction.
For the next three days, I'd piece her together. After I tore her completely apart.
The Puzzle Piece Charm
To A Life Filled with Friends Who Complete You
I don't have all the pieces to fix this beautiful, trapped, broken man, but I do have one piece and it's mine to give. For one night, for all nights. For however long he wants it. Me. Completely.
Sometimes you have to shatter to find strength. And sometimes you have to let someone in to help you put the pieces back together.
Sometimes, in a part, everything comes together.
Hee that repaires not a part, builds all.