broke

There__ a very fine line between being broke and being humble.

Many a rich man__ bed is bigger than many a poor woman__ bedroom; his bedroom, her house.

They throw rice at a new marriage, then give him beans in a divorcement.

Should it happen, that your partner leaves you for someone else with more money. To where later you strike it richer than the person they left you for, and the ex finds out, after losing all and regretting. It was a blessing that it ended. Though money wasn't sufficient then, mostly they were rich with your love, now suffering being broke in both.

The loss of my child broke my spirit.

In a materialistic society, there__ no such a thing as a __omantic_ broke man.

Children don't understand, when things aren't given. The single parent struggling to provide; how they sacrifice themselves, by sweeping their dreams and goals under the table, just to bring bread and beans on the table.

Miss Fairlie laughed with a ready good-humour, which broke out as brightly as if it had been part of the sunshine above us_

The definition of a person who practices visualization and positive thinking, without taking action: a broke loser.

They're so broke that they've actually cut essential services. In many places, they've cut policemen, because, who the fuck needs them? Or firemen, son of a bitch, it's much more fun watching something burn down.

He tried to measure his day by tallying the hours on his wrist.I wiped it off and called him a prisoner.He placed the hours on a scalewith hours from former days to compare.I took a hammer and broke it all.He bent down and picked up the shards of minutes firstthen swept the seconds.I told him he__ missed a spot;there were some sparkling specks left.'What are they?' he asked.'Those are moments,' I said.'What are they made of?' he asked.They are times, I thought, when you win a raceor win a heart.They are times when you give birth or lay something, someone to rest.When you wake up in the morning with a smile because anything is possible.When someone compliments the thing you hate most about yourself.Times when you are embarrassed.Times when you are hurtful.Times when you relish in a hearty meal.Times when you service others and are content with a well-spent day.'What are they made of?' he asked again.'They are made up of times when we are fully present.'I picked up one of the specks with the tipof my finger.'Do you remember this?' I asked.'Of course,' he said, 'I was whistling in the kitchen that morning.''Why?' I asked.'Because of the knowledge that I was loved.

A poor but confident man is as hard to find as a rich but shy man.

(Regarding check-cashing places):It's hitting me how poor this really is: I'm standing in a long line to pay someone to give me my pay. So, technically, they get paid before I do, and it's my damn check.

We fell in love and heard thousands of words in every silence between us. Then we fell apart and heard only silence in thousands of words we spoke to each other.

Some women would not cheat, and some would not have cheated, had they each married a man whom they love _ or at least like.

I'm not broke. Like everybody else, I owe money.

An angel kissed my strings, while I slept last night. And her rhythm broke my hunger. And I died a little less.

Rules are rules... sometimes we should get out of them other times we get caugh for breaking the rules... but what happens when a relative is affected in your work?Like you have to choose the relative or the work... what happens then!?