My arm, poor broken arm.

I think broken glasses

(Sounds of more broken glass.)

Didn't you know broken glass is dangerous?

You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself.

... his broken sword clutched in his mighty hand...

Your pa was wild when they wouldn't let him fight 'cause of his broken knee.

You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, They were wrong.

A broken saddle girth caused my fall, not the bumpkin of a knight I tilted.

Before, the lowest bar on the lion's cage was two inches above my head.

Once it was a hawk with a broken wing and another time it was a fullgrown wildcat with a broken leg.

When he had given thanks, he broke it, and said, Take, eat. This is my body, which is broken for you. Do this in memory of me.

And when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat this is my body, which is broken for you this do in remembrance of me.

And I whispered the good news through my broken jaw, which was wired shut, to my night nurse.

This time there were TWO little shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass.

When she took in his tea she saw broken glass in the corner of the room under the concave mirror, and a golden stain that had been carelessly wiped.

And he'd show up obviously in a form that it took me a long time to understand, which is that when we give in the world what we want the most, we heal the broken part inside each of us.

And he had shown up, obviously, in a form that it took me a long time to understand, which is that when we give in the world what we want the most, we heal the broken part inside each of us.

She did not get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber frame, or something of the sort.

Better yet, the shop may be able to reuse the materials in your broken part saving the costs and environmental burden of throwing things away, shipping them somewhere, and so forth.