A Quote by Jane Austen

She mediated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors. — © Jane Austen
She mediated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors.
This world is full of broken things: broken hearts, broken promises, broken people.
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.
Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.
Our life is full of brokenness - broken relationships, broken promises, broken expectations. How can we live with that brokenness without becoming bitter and resentful except by returning again and again to God's faithful presence in our lives.
Everybody knows something's broken in the world. But illogically, foolishly, we are looking for fixes from broken people with broken ideas in broken places.
In true love there is no heart break. A broken heat means broken demands, broken expectations and broken hopes.
There is a time in our lives, usually in mid-life, when a woman has to make a decision - possibly the most important psychic decision of her future life - and that is, whether to be bitter or not. Women often come to this in their late thirties or early forties. They are at the point where they are full up to their ears with everything and they've "had it" and "the last straw has broken the camel's back" and they're "pissed off and pooped out." Their dreams of their twenties may be lying in a crumple. There may be broken hearts, broken marriages, broken promises.
If you are going to do something for the poor, the abused, or the imprisoned, above all be faithful. People with broken lives often come from lives with broken promises.
Both villains and heroes are a bit boring, really, unless they're flawed and broken somehow. If they're not flawed and broken, then clearly they need to be broken and made flawed. That's what an author does if he or she has any dignity.
She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.
Brokenness is the operative issue of our time - broken souls, broken hearts, broken places.
Let me tell you something: You can live in a broken home, you can play with a broken toy, but you cannot love with a broken heart.
Beyond politics, the West is suffering from what can be called a crisis of brokenness - broken institutions, broken families and broken souls.
She said, 'You can be broken, or broken open. That choice is yours.'
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