A Quote by Julie Garwood

Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I 'll fix it later. — © Julie Garwood
Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I 'll fix it later.
Never think that Jesus commanded a trifle, nor dare to trifle with anything He has commanded.
I have been a soldier all my life. I have commanded companies, I have commanded regiments. I have commanded divisions. And I have commanded even more. But there are no fifteen thousand men i the world that can go across that ground.
There's no quick fix for a broken heart.
I fix what's broken - except in the heart.
There is no pain quite like that of a broken heart. But a broken heart is an open heart. When we allow ourselves to be broken, a gentle transformation takes place.
Every time we fix something that broken, whether it's a car engine or a broken heart, that an act of magic. And what makes it magic is that we choose to create or help, just as we can choose to harm.
Every woman deserves a man that can make her heart forget that it was ever broken. Even if these have been broken to pieces to me,this represents a person who gave me a complete,flawless heart. I don't need someone who makes my heart whole. Instead, I need someone who will never let me feel broken. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
To be commanded to love God at all, let alone in the wilderness, is like being commanded to be well when we are sick, to sing for joy when we are dying of thirst, to run when our legs are broken. But this is the first and great commandment nonetheless. Even in the wilderness - especially in the wilderness - you shall love him.
In true love there is no heart break. A broken heat means broken demands, broken expectations and broken hopes.
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it’s a terrible thing. I’m broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me
I've had my heart broken, and it's not fun. But I'd rather have my heart broken than break someone else's heart.
I think your heart needs to be broken, and broken open, at least once to have a heart at all or to have a heart for others.
Jackson plays a broken guitar because he’s in love with it, and doesn’t want to fix it, I think. It’s so broken.
If you think your job is to fix what is broken, you keep finding more broken places to mend.
You know, people come to therapy really for a blessing. Not so much to fix what's broken, but to get what's broken blessed.
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