{"quotes":[{"text":"A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.","author":"Vera Nazarian","tags":["aid","assistance","breaking","broken","broken-glass","commuity","esteem","glass","help","helping","helping-others","not-alone","pieces","recovery","self","self-esteem","self-help","shattered","shattered-glass","support","together","togetherness","trash","treasure","value","vase","worth"],"id":12493,"author_id":"Vera+Nazarian"},{"text":"Even though on the outside we glittered like gold, inside we were almost as black as coal. Sometimes the glitter people saw was only the shattered pieces reflecting among the broken glass.","author":"Tracy Krimmer","tags":["broken","broken-glass","deep-thoughts","glitter","shattered","shattered-souls"],"id":82331,"author_id":"Tracy+Krimmer"},{"text":"Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["broken","broken-glass","brokenness","fragile","glass","piece","wish"],"id":118194,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"I found an empty chairand sat on itto find myself even emptier.I found a broken glassand looked at itto see my dissolved facea little prettierI found a steep doorwayand enteredin order to close my exit.From the poem 'Blue Stanzas.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["blue","broken","broken-glass","brokenness","chair","doorway","emptiness","empty","exit","look","painful","poem","poema","poems","poetry","poetry","poetry","sit","sitting","stanza","verse"],"id":167647,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"A broken heart is not a broken glass.","author":"ABC","tags":["broken-glass","broken-heart","broken-relationship","hope","love","marriage"],"id":247034,"author_id":"ABC"},{"text":"The trouble with rules, though, is that you'll always be tempted to break one- for the right reasons, due to unavoidable circumstances, because it feels as if there's no other choice. And once you break one, the rest seem like so much broken glass. The damage is already done.","author":"Stacey Kade","tags":["broken-glass","broken-rules","damage","no-choice","rules"],"id":451565,"author_id":"Stacey+Kade"},{"text":"The patches are the stories. Hold onto that. And the muddy zigzag of ducktape against the cracked doorglass. There's four kids who sleep here, a nuff for the fingers on each otherses hands. There's room in each of them for one important thing. They're a band. It's not they're in a band. They're a band. Four spikes of ducktape, up and down, like mountain peaks or a sawblade. Every band's got a sign, something to sew on your jacket, gouge on the wall at a show. Four spikes up and down say MEATHEADS, and you picked a fucked window to knock at, tourist. They're the best band in the world.","author":"Noah Wareness","tags":["bands","broken-glass","friends","hardcore-simile","punk","spikes"],"id":471320,"author_id":"Noah+Wareness"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":7,"pages":1}}