A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.
Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.
I'd crawl over broken glass for Elle MacPherson or Cindy Crawford.
Moshing and broken glass just don't go together.
People even describe the way I speak as sounding like gurgling with broken glass. Some people can't stand me; they hate my voice.
I took out a whole fireplace and put in broken glass and installed a burner underneath, so it looks like fire on ice. I did that in my bedroom suite. I'm pretty handy.
As a child, I personally didn't really get to know any Jews. I was eight years old when the Night of Broken Glass happened. And Ludwigshafen was purely a workers' city, so we didn't have a very big Jewish community. What I did know about the Jews, I heard from my mother. My mother was very much pro-Jewish.
I stopped and gazed on the little dull man who was being paid to be a teacher of teachers. I turned and walked to the door, slammed it closed with a bang, and broken glass crashed to the floor. There was uproar behind me in the class, which did not interest me at all.
In my new IFC comedy game show, 'Bunk,' we actually use our intern Patrick as a human timer - giving contestants the time it takes for him to wade through a bag of broken glass for a razor blade, to get gum out of his hair, to pick up every strand from a box of spaghetti I spill on the floor, etc, etc.
I would rather eat broken glass and drink iodine than do the dishes.
As it enters the ear, does it come in like broken glass or does it come in like honey?
I think my all time favourite song would be between 'Slow Dancing in a Burning Room' and 'Dreaming with a Broken Heart' by John Mayer.
Of course! It takes a lot of strength to mend a broken heart. Channelising energies into your work helps, but also to be able to accept situations for what they are instead of questioning them helps immensely.
I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.
I don't want to break someone's heart, but you can't control that. A broken heart happens; that's inevitable.
Publishers and record companies love a broken heart.
It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.
The best way to heal a broken heart, it turns out, is to find a way to move past the hurt.
You may have a broken heart, but you may find someone else.
You find out what you are made of when you have a broken heart. If it happens early and often, all the better.