Shards

My head is full of fireand grief and my tongueruns wild, piercedwith shards of glass.

Federico García Lorca

...Occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I fe...

Elizabeth Wurtzel

Um, h-h-hi,” Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass.

Jennifer Lane

Maybe it’s not about having a beautiful day, but about finding beautiful moments. Maybe a whole day is just too much to ask. I could choose to believe...

Unknown

But I have made a study of Shadowhunters now, over the past century, and let me tell you that we are more human than most human beings. When our heart...

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