Say a piece of pottery is broken, and it's fixed, and they use gold in the adhesive and in the sealant. It becomes more precious than it was before it was broken in the first place.
If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it.
What's broken can always be fixed What's fixed will always be broken
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.
The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.
Forgiveness is the needle that knows how to mend.
When I was growing up, all the women in my house were using needles. I've always had a fascination with the needle, the magic power of the needle. The needle is used to repair damage. It's a claim to forgiveness. It is never aggressive, it's not a pin.
But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
There are various ways of mending a broken heart, but perhaps going to a learned conference is one of the more unusual.
An apology is the superglue of life. It can repair just about anything.
...we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.
Since Beau's death, I'm definitely shattered. I feel like a piece of china that's been glued back together again. The cracks may be imperceptible-but they're there. Look closely, and you can see the glue holding me together, the precarious edges that vein through my heart. I am not the same. I feel it every day.
When something is so damaged or something is just not right, you can't fix it in a moment. The only thing is time.
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 our tools are broken, we feel broken. And when somebody fixes one, we feel a tiny bit more whole.
To sew is to pray. Men don't understand this. They see the whole but they don't see the stitches. They don't see the speech of the creator in the work of the needle. We mend. We women turn things inside out and set things right. We salvage what we can of human garments and piece the rest into blankets. Sometimes our stitches stutter and slow. Only a woman's eyes can tell. Other times, the tension in the stitches might be too tight because of tears, but only we know what emotion went into the making. Only women can hear the prayer.
Healing is as incremental and mysterious as the damage ... what took time, takes time.
But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.
I'm always trying to tell fans to love themselves. I see them going through a ton of hardships on Twitter and being bullied. It's really important and easier said than done to take care of yourself. A lot of people put themselves out for others and don't really think about mending themselves. Sometimes, they get a little lost that way.
When I was a little girl you used to learn to sew all the holes in things, darning socks, but nobody mends things anymore.
Magnifying a matter is not the way to mend it.
Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.
I can make it through the rain, I can stand up once again, on my own, and I know, that I'm strong enough to mend, and every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith, and I live one more day and I make it through the rain.
I can't cut out a piece of cloth and make a lovely dress, but I can mend tears in shirts and sew on buttons.
There's always room to mend broken hearts, I suppose.
