Broke Her Heart Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

But it is said the broken heart , is more powerful. " Yes . Its nothing . Its bloody nothing . I m nothing for my mate. I m nobody . Just one to please him as Elis wont give him that . Isnt it ??" She bursted out , all the emotions piled in years. Her eyes held accusation but her words stab two heart . One Dian and other Elis.

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.”

And most of all, I can't help it when the love of my life can't love me back. 'God, I'm turning into a sap,' I thought bitterly. What can you do? No matter how tough you are, when a heart gets broken like shattered glass, it can't be undone. You'd break down, forget who you are, or what you stand for, and end up like a pile of shit. After today's stunt, never again will I break down. I'm not going back that road never, ever again... for her.

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.

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.

Aldrake said, his words shattering her heart. His words sliced through her heart like a thousand shards of glass, each one cutting deeper into her soul. Tears streamed down her face, a torrent of pain and despair that she couldn't contain. She trembled, her entire being shattering under the weight of his cruel words. It was as if the very foundation of her world had been ripped apart, leaving her gasping for air, unable to process the brutal truth that had just been laid bare.

Something inside me shattered but I pulled her into a hug, holding her close, letting her feel the way my heart crackled painfully in my chest. “No, you won't,” my voice sounded like a broken chord but there was a finality in it. My face met the side of her head and I felt a tremor that ran through her as her tears soaked through my shirt, her grip almost bruising as she clenched my sides. “I can't lose you again. I won't. I would rather die.”

Just like a fragile glass falling on a hard concrete ground and smashing into a million pieces. Pieces that will never be joined together. My heart had been broken like nothing else. It was shattered and drained, weary and hurtful. In pain and in agony. It felt as if all the crucification had fallen upon it. “Maya.” I called out the name of my love but got no reply from her. I was never going to get another word from her. She was gone. Gone? The word felt like a dagger. One that was constantly stabbing my heart. My breathing was shaky and my heart beat was slow,

he said that broke my heart. I feel lik countless knives plotted on me. The pain is unbearable that I can't hold on while hearing them talking about me... Talking how Peter would hurt me. No, Peter. Don’t do that. I can’t take it. Don’t hurt me on that day, Peter… Don’t break up with me on my birthday, please… Please... I can't bear to lose you. I can't bear to see you in that woman's arm, Peter. Please... I love you.

She was supposed to have loved me, not break my heart six days before deployment. They say that a broken heart can heal just as a broken arm or leg. Well, am I not then the opposite of that? My legs are still broken, and so shall my heart remain. She gave me so much happiness; who knew that she could give me just as much pain. Even though my heart is bleeding out, I shall not show her a single tear.