Crumbled Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
under-pressure-you-crumbled-and-you-let-me-down
hope-is-all-you-have-when-everything-around-you-seems-to-have-crumbled-and-fallen
and-mountains-are-crushed-crumbled-alwaqiah-5
your-pride-is-crumbled-and-broken
your-hate-crumbled-and-broken
our-perfect-world-has-crumbled
sugar-caffeine-my-willpower-crumbled-rick-riordan
trust-is-like-paper-once-its-crumbled-it-can-never-be-perfect-again
and-seized-with-sadness-he-crumbled-the-statue-to-bits
im-crumbled-up-piece-paper-lying-here-cause-i-remember-it-all-too-well-taylor-swift
be-crumbled-so-wild-flowers-will-come-up-where-you-are-you-have-been-stony-for-too-many-years-try-something-different-surrender-rumi
i-felt-myself-being-invaded-through-through-i-crumbled-disintegrated-only-emptiness-remained-stanisaw-lem
trust-is-like-a-piece-of-paper-once-its-crumbled-up-it-can-never-be-in-its-original-shape
it-took-years-wear-tear-before-idealism-crumbled-like-much-bricbrac-james-siegel
at-that-moment-my-life-crumbled-from-every-angle-has-since-never-been-same-my-heart-aches-with-sadness-each-every-day-jessica-rozek
life-itself-had-become-disembodied-my-family-spine-my-days-had-crumbled-i-was-lost-in-invertebrate-time-joseph-oneill
it-was-like-miracle-but-before-our-eyes-almost-in-drawing-breath-whole-body-crumbled-into-dust-passed-from-our-sight
words-war-on-piece-paper-where-peace-is-torn-off-crumbled-toss-in-waste-basket-anthony-liccione
when-mama-prayed-lives-were-changed-not-much-more-than-five-foot-tall-but-mountains-big-small-crumbled-all-away-randy-travis
i-wont-let-that-night-ruin-you-forever-but-it-did-it-broke-me-into-million-pieces-blew-them-away-in-wind-like-crumbled-leaves-jessica-sorensen
as-my-future-crumbled-before-my-eyes-i-grasped-for-rope-my-entire-lifes-struggle-was-ending-here-in-plain-view-my-enemies-how-was-it-possible-had-had-i-let-things-come-to-this-to
this-was-problem-with-having-walls-hard-high-unscalable-she-supposed-when-they-came-down-they-crumbled-completely-shattering-into-nothingness-she-felt-utterly-defenseless-right-n
women-rule-world-its-not-really-worth-fighting-because-they-know-what-theyre-doing-ask-napoleon-ask-adam-ask-richard-burton-richie-sambora-many-man-jon-bon-jovi
business-is-many-things-least-which-is-balance-sheet-it-is-fluid-ever-changing-living-thing-sometimes-building-to-great-peaks-sometimes-falling-to-harold-geneen
my-calendar-lies-crumbled-laid-to-waste-its-been-scrawled-on-thumbed-through-changed-will-this-be-measure-my-days-dinners-appointments-deadlines-indigo-girls
when-she-left-it-was-like-someone-had-ripped-my-heart-out-crumbled-it-up-like-flimsy-piece-loose-leaf-paper-crammed-it-back-into-my-chest-it-somehow-managed-to-work-but-it-would-
he-stood-shook-earth-he-looked-made-nations-tremble-the-ancient-mountains-crumbled-ageold-hills-collapsed-his-ways-are-eternal-habakkuk-36
six-hundred-seventythree-days-ago-this-horrible-crime-occurred-at-that-moment-my-life-crumbled-from-every-angle-my-heart-aches-with-sadness-each-every-day-jessica-rozek
a-plague-madness-will-change-world-a-gripping-siege-brings-down-land-worn-away-by-years-conflict-endless-plains-crumbled-stone-immolation
the-great-military-leaders-past-have-gone-their-empires-have-crumbled-burned-to-ashes-but-empire-jesus-built-solidly-majestically-on-foundation-martin-luther-king
it-definitely-affects-your-home-life-but-luckily-my-wife-has-been-behind-me-120-percent-she-handled-whole-thing-like-trooper-without-her-my-whole-life-would-have-crumbled-dan-gre
what-we-call-wisdom-is-result-all-wisdom-past-ages-our-best-institutions-are-like-young-trees-growing-upon-roots-old-trunks-that-have-crumbled-henry-ward-beecher
you-couldnt-hide-from-bad-things-pretend-they-didnt-existthat-left-you-with-dream-world-dream-worlds-eventually-crumbled-you-had-to-face-truth-and-then-decide-what-you-wanted-sar
100-is-worth-100-no-matter-how-dirty-or-crumbled-it-may-be-simillarly-you-dont-lose-your-worth-because-youve-been-through-something
i-do-not-miss-childhood-but-i-miss-way-i-took-pleasure-in-small-things-even-as-greater-things-crumbled-neil-gaiman
Well, what you ding this kind of work for-against your own people?" "Three dollars a day. I got damn sick of creeping for my dinner-and not getting it. I got a wife and kids. We got to eat. Three dollars a day and it comes every day." "But for your three dollars a day fifteen or twenty families can't eat at all. Nearly a hundred people have to go and wander on the roads for your three dollars a day. Is that right?" "Can't think of that. Got to think of my own kids." "Nearly a hundred people on the road for your three dollars. Where will we go?" "And that reminds me, you better get out soon. I'm going through the dooryard after dinner... I got orders wherever there's a family not moved out-if I have an accident-you know, get too close and cave in the house a little-well, I might get a couple of dollars. And my youngest kid never had no shoes yet." "I built this with my hands... It's mine. I built it. You bump it down-I'll be in the window with a rifle... " "It's not me. There's nothing I can do. I'll lose my job if I don't do it. And look-suppose you kill me? They'll just hang you, but not long before you're hung there'll be another guy on the tractor, and he'll bump the house down. You're not killing the right guy." Across the dooryard the tractor cut, and the hard, foot-beaten ground was seeded field, and the tractor cut through again; the uncut space was ten feet wide. And back he came. The iron guard bit into the house-corner, crumbled the wall and wrenched the house from its foundation so that it fell sideways, crushed like a bug... The tenant man stared after [the tractor], his rifle in his hand. His wife beside him, and the quiet children behind. And all of them stared after the tractor.

John Steinbeck
well-what-you-ding-this-kind-work-foragainst-your-own-people-three-dollars-day-i-got-damn-sick-creeping-for-my-dinner-not-getting-it-i-got-wife-kids-we-got-to-eat-three-dollars-d
And you can glance out the window for a moment, distracted by the sound of small kids playing a made-up game in a neighbor's yard, some kind of kickball maybe, and they speak in your voice, or piggyback races on the weedy lawn, and it's your voice you hear, essentially, under the glimmerglass sky, and you look at the things in the room, offscreen, unwebbed, the tissued grain of the deskwood alive in light, the thick lived tenor of things, the argument of things to be seen and eaten, the apple core going sepia in the lunch tray, and the dense measures of experience in a random glance, the monk's candle reflected in the slope of the phone, hours marked in Roman numerals, and the glaze of the wax, and the curl of the braided wick, and the chipped rim of the mug that holds your yellow pencils, skewed all crazy, and the plied lives of the simplest surface, the slabbed butter melting on the crumbled bun, and the yellow of the yellow of the pencils, and you try to imagine the word on the screen becoming a thing in the world, taking all its meanings, its sense of serenities and contentments out into the streets somehow, its whisper of reconciliation, a word extending itself ever outward, the tone of agreement or treaty, the tone of repose, the sense of mollifying silence, the tone of hail and farewell, a word that carries the sunlit ardor of an object deep in drenching noon, the argument of binding touch, but it's only a sequence of pulses on a dullish screen and all it can do is make you pensive-a word that spreads a longing through the raw sprawl of the city and out across the dreaming bournes and orchards to the solitary hills. Peace.

Don DeLillo
and-you-can-glance-out-window-for-moment-distracted-by-sound-small-kids-playing-madeup-game-in-neighbors-yard-some-kind-kickball-maybe-they-speak-in-your-voice-piggyback-races-on
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