Now that respect is in Tatters.
Guts is already in Tatters.
This trip, though, it was in Tatters.
I will tear you to Tatters.
My reputation is in Tatters.
Every beat of my tattered heart is for you.
Her tattered wedding dress
and rotting cake serve as lifelong badges of victimhood.
Whenever I am with you, I have never felt so alone,
barren and tattered.
He would been such a tearaway that his tutor was shocked to see his shoes in Tatters.
More than a decade down the road, it is in Tatters and shreds and is absolutely miserable to remove.
Finally, the makeshift door
creaked open and out stepped an old man with tattered clothing and an unkempt long beard.
Two world wars left much of the planet in Tatters, and the Cold War threatened to destroy mankind for good.
Around the door frame, tattered red outlines remained of a scroll that once
read‘God's love is as deep as the sea.'.
He took advantage of
Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz for his own gain and his tattered clothes communicated his dirty nature.
We're not sure if there is life after representative democracy, or whether some alternative model will work better or fail,
leaving our world in Tatters.
Henry is plagued by guilt and shame over his desertion of his comrades in battle,
and later his desertion of Jim Conklin and the tattered soldier in the woods.
One by one, she invited the audience to cut a piece of her
clothing off until she was eventually left kneeling in the tattered remains of her clothing and her underwear.
A curious combination of circumstances has held back India during the past few generations and the political and economic garments it
wears no longer fit it and are torn and tattered.
Further, the 40 square kilometers around Auschwitz were extremely heavily patrolled and
the escapees' shaved heads, tattered clothes,
and gaunt appearance would give them away in a second to anyone who saw them.
And so people go through their whole lives in a daze of confusion, never once enjoying the good things that God has prepared for them,
but instead being damaged by Satan and left in Tatters.
Maybe you like tattered jeans, streaked hair,
the chipped nails of a woman who can get her hands dirty and speak her mind even if her volume is bit louder than she sometimes intends it.