Trust Vase Quotes

Having a breakdown was like breaking a vase and then gluing it back together. You could never trust yourself to handle that vase again with any surety. You couldn't put a flower in it because flowers need water and water might dissolve the glue. Am I crazy, then?

-You know how to call me although such a noise now would only confuse the air Neither of us can forget the steps we danced the words you stretched to call me out of dust Yes I long for you not just as a leaf for weather or vase for hands but with a narrow human longing that makes a man refuse any fields but his own I wait for you at an unexpected place in your journey like the rusted key or the feather you do not pick up.- -I WILL NEVER FIND THE FACES FOR ALL GOODBYES I'VE MADE.- For Anyone Dressed in Marble The miracle we all are waiting for is waiting till the Parthenon falls down and House of Birthdays is a house no more and fathers are unpoisoned by renown. The medals and the records of abuse can't help us on our pilgrimage to lust, but like whips certain perverts never use, compel our flesh in paralysing trust. I see an orphan, lawless and serene, standing in a corner of the sky, body something like bodies that have been, but not the scar of naming in his eye. Bred close to the ovens, he's burnt inside. Light, wind, cold, dark -- they use him like a bride. I Had It for a Moment I had it for a moment I knew why I must thank you I saw powerful governing men in black suits I saw them undressed in the arms of young mistresses the men more naked than the naked women the men crying quietly No that is not it I'm losing why I must thank you which means I'm left with pure longing How old are you Do you like your thighs I had it for a moment I had a reason for letting the picture of your mouth destroy my conversation Something on the radio the end of a Mexican song I saw the musicians getting paid they are not even surprised they knew it was only a job Now I've lost it completely A lot of people think you are beautiful How do I feel about that I have no feeling about that I had a wonderful reason for not merely courting you It was tied up with the newspapers I saw secret arrangements in high offices I saw men who loved their worldliness even though they had looked through big electric telescopes they still thought their worldliness was serious not just a hobby a taste a harmless affectation they thought the cosmos listened I was suddenly fearful one of their obscure regulations could separate us I was ready to beg for mercy Now I'm getting into humiliation I've lost why I began this I wanted to talk about your eyes I know nothing about your eyes and you've noticed how little I know I want you somewhere safe far from high offices I'll study you later So many people want to cry quietly beside you

Trust is like a vase...once it's broken, though it can be fixed the vase will never be the same

Trust is like a glass vase, beautiful except there is no way of putting it back together when it breaks.

Now my heart is a pressed flower in a tattered Bible. It is the one verse you can trust.

I felt rippling wheat field and crows circling within me. I was a vase of sunflowers ready to spit seeds like weapons at the world. I understood how a man could be mad enough to slice off his own ear, just to get back the person he loved most in the world.

ant to spruce up your bathroom? Don't hesitate to hang pictures in there. Plaques, posters, framed magazine covers-whatever strikes your fancy. Mirrors and clocks are naturals too. Flowers are always a plus. Seashells are also at home in the bathroom. Put them in a bowl, hang them, or glue them to a frame. Add favorite bathroom accessories such as lamps and scented candles. Potpourri gives everything a special ambience. Put in a few unexpected touches to make your bathroom unique. A guaranteed hope-producer is spending time with children. Get down on the floor and talk to them. And listen to them. Let their youth and enthusiasm rub off on you. And here's the best tip of all, taken from Psalm 39:7: "But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you." May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him. ey, if little things can drag you down, then little things can also pick you up! Here are a few ideas. • Always keep something green in a little vase or pot by your kitchen sink. And I'm not talking about cash-I'm talking plants.

Trust is like a crystal vase. Once it breaks, it shatters. You can recollect most of the pieces, but some will always remain missing. And, even if you put it back together again, it will never be the same.

Trust is like a vase; once it’s broken, you can fix it, but the vase will never be the same again.

We must do the labor of deep unlearning. Love cannot coexist alongside fetish and domination, and we must free ourselves of these fantasies that turn us into vases, shadows, and ghosts. One of the only ways to rebuke these hollow fantasies is to be grounded in community and to relearn what abundant love can truly look like. I want to trust in love, and I can only be in a loving, trusting relationship with somebody who is also willing to sacrifice these illusions of 'power', release their learned ideas of fetishistic desirability, and dismantle these structures of domination.

Breaking someone's trust is like breaking a vase; you can piece it back together, but it will never be the same.

Another way to keep other people’s energy from invading you is to stop whatever you’re doing and name everything you see around you, out loud if possible, for a few minutes. For example, right now, you might look around you and say, “I see a black desk lamp, a beige telephone, three magazines, a white vase with a red carnation in it, three yellow pencils, a brown wastebasket, my boss smiling at a client,” and so on. Continue doing this for three or four minutes, or until you’re completely relaxed, calm, and neutral. This exercise trains you to get out of your head and be present instead of being emotionally hijacked into your own or someone else’s drama.

My heart looked like a shattered vase, missing small details that I’d never get back. All because I trusted the wrong male to keep a slice of my soul for himself.

Trust is fragile. You have to be careful with it. It’s easy to break someone’s trust, even if you love them. I’m not saying it’s not an important component of a relationship, but it can’t be everything. I was an ornery child, who occasionally got into fights and told many white lies. My parents didn’t always trust me, but they always loved me. They forgave my mistakes and my lies. You have to treat trust like modeling clay that can be broken and repaired a million times, not like a priceless vase that belonged to your dead grandmother.

Believing that everything happens for a reason does not invalidate tragedy, nor does it justify rough times. If life were a broken vase, the pieces would not be disqualified from being parts of a whole for being incomplete. Trust the journey, and you will eventually find peace in the pieces. Find peace in the pieces.