“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.”

Everyone is broken a little, I think, and the most broken of all are those who pretend they are not.

Friendship is like a glass ornament, once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way.

The promise given was a necessity of the past: the word broken is a necessity of the present.