Judy Smith Quotes

You can't cure a chipped plate. All you can do is live with it or throw it out.

You can't break what's broken already.

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.

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.

There ain't no answer. There ain't gonna be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer.

History is history. What is done is done.

Some things you can't control.

There's always going to be something. Can't be perfect.

My eyes are never going to be perfect.

The past is the past: what can you do about it?

Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.

He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

That what cannot be repaired is not to be regretted.

Glass, China, and Reputation, are easily cracked, and never well mended.

If you wake up / And the day feels broken / Just lean into the crack

Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.

With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world!

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.

What’s 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 live…I’m too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.

We can't have everything! It took a lot of growing up for me to realize this unalterable fact and to discipline myself into accepting it.

The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution.