God knows we’re all drawn to what’s beautiful and broken.
Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants. The difference in your case is that it's true.
He’s very pretty. For a human.” “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.
Now I wonder all the time how you go back after something like that. Whether we can ever be friends again, or if what we had is broken into pieces. Not because of her, but because of me.
Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.
Magnus did not take such suffering lightly, but even mortals did not die of broken hearts. No matter how cruel Grace had been, he told himself, James would heal. Even though he was a Herondale.
I don’t know why I ever helped you.” “Because you like broken things.
Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away
Some Laws were meant to be broken.
Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.
There are some mechanisms that are so—so broken that they cannot be repaired.
He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed broken glass.