Being Broken Hearted Quotes Novels & Stories

Has the cupid's arrow broken for our hearts? Lucas! Don't let your love grow cold! Let me mild your heart with my love again! My eyes just watered with tears. My tears kept falling down endlessly. Nothing I can feel but the pain in my chest. I can't imagine how sad I am at this very moment. Being heartbroken in such a thing that I had ever dreamed in my entire life. The past was so much hurtful. His sweet smiles!Warm hugs! His touches that drives me foolishly.

I had already lost my heart, it just a still piece of beating organ placed in my chest, it is broken, not completely free of emotion of affection and love but is trying hard to forget it's past and tormenting reality; the present. "I don't love you. I could not marry you. Why are you not understanding this Allen? We can't be married. How could you like me, even if you did like me, I am broken and miserable, my heart is badly bruised and it won't accept love and affection, it is scared of these sacred emotions. By talking about all this you are just tormenting me more."

“I’m so sorry—so sorry…” I screamed into his chest, clawing at his arms, shaking violently as the pain crushed me. My whole soul cracked open, bleeding into the cold room. “It’s gone! My baby—my baby is gone!” He held me tighter, but it didn’t stop the truth from slicing me apart. I pushed against him, hitting his chest weakly, my cries louder with every word. “Why me? Why always me? Why everything I love gets destroyed?” Zack’s tears fell onto my hair. His arms trembled around me. “I’ll fix it—I’ll do anything—I’ll give you everything, just don’t break, please don’t break…”

Top of Form *** "It was said that a heart that has been broken can never feel pain again, that it becomes immune to hurt because it has already tasted the bitter sting of heartbreak. But as Chloe stood there with tears streaming down her face, she knew that whoever had said those words had never experienced a second heartbreak." The pain she felt right now felt fresh, raw, and intense as if it was the first time. This was only a reminder that heartbreak was not a one-time event but an ongoing process.

I had poured my heart and soul into trying to keep myself intact, but once again, I found myself broken into pieces. I could hardly bear the overwhelming emotions that flooded me when I collapsed onto the ground. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the remnants of my shattered determination. The room, felt as it was closing in on me, suffocating me with its heavy air. Each breath I took seemed like a battle, a constant struggle against the weight of my despair. And with every beat of my heart, I was painfully reminded of the pieces of myself that lay broken.

We both were panting as I could feel our heartbeat becoming fast by each passing. I brushed my lips against his lips which were quivering in dread and spoke huskily. "....How come you are a heartbreaker when you are heartbroken yourself?" And that was it, all it took was this sentence to break him apart, to scatter him. My statement broke his heart. I asked sadly as a tear fell from his eyes. He was on the verge of a breakdown. He couldn’t bear it anymore.

I didn't give her that juice whenever she breaks her heart, I gave her that whenever I break mine. It just so happens that we always break each other's hearts back then and we're still doing it only this time for someone else.

“Look! I’ve been there but best believe how you react to it is all that matters. The best thing you could do is to chill out and relive your mind” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “I broke up with my girl a couple of months ago. Apparently I wasn’t man enough for her. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m broke. Still I’m. She called me a powerless worm. This is someone with whom I invested 5 years with” Zara continued crying. She poured the remnant from the Hennessy into a glass from the counter gave him to drink. “To broken hearts, broken glasses and other broken things” she said as they clinked their glasses together in desolation.

Then he said something that broke my heart, shattered my world, broke me into pieces and left me in crumbles. “W.who ar.re you?”

He starts sobbing almost immediately, and her heart breaks for him. “Oh, Sweetie. That’s it let it all out. I’m here. I love you. I can take your sadness, as much as your anger. I will bear it all to have you. Do you hear me.” He nods, still sobbing and clinging to her. “I have had people angry at me for most of my life for one reason or another, and most of them would have killed me if I couldn’t handle it. I am not easily broken. Hurt, yes. Damaged, yes. But broken? Only one man ever broke me, and that was by dying in front of me.”