Broken Feelings Quotes Novels & Stories

“You’re not stupid. Seeking a break from emotional pain is not stupid. It’s not crazy. I don’t need to know how broken that made you feel, but I want you to know that you’re more than this. You’re more than the pain you feel or want to feel.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are. You’re more…”

she's gone and never coming back. I buried my face in my palm as I sat on the bed. She broke me ,she shattered me into a million pieces. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How do I deal with this pain ? Where do I go from here? How do I love again? If there's ever a God,then please take this pain away.

"I'm still here… I just need more time..." The words were faint but clear, spoken with warmth and patience. Celeste lifted her head slowly, hope flickering to life in her heart. Yet beneath that small flicker of hope, a profound ache persisted. She still felt utterly alone, her spirit fractured and her heart raw from reliving the moments she'd spent so long trying to forget. Her mate’s betrayal, the bond she had cherished snapping violently in her chest, her heart shattered again and again with each painful memory.

I was furious, my heart was bleeding aching, and throbbing. “What is a pain to a rock?.” I spoke looking intently at the sheets as tears dropped one by one. “Pain only breaks it, it doesn’t take away the pieces. Damage is done but nothing is lost.” I said and his cold eyes stared straight at me. My heart felt a sharp pain go through it. It’s like I cut off some part of it.

And when people I love break, I don’t just hear it. I feel it. Every sob. Every silence. Every scream is buried too deep for words. And I swear to God, if it’s the last damn thing I do—I’ll piece her back together. Even if it kills me.

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.”

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

I fell quiet. “Do you know how much pain I’ve been through all these years? Do you know how much it hurts to live a life without that person? Do you know what it does to your heart? It literally shatters it and even till this minute, I can still feel the hurt in here,” She said, patting her chest. I lowered my gaze to the black tar of the road and watched fallen leaves being blown by the evening breeze sweep past my boots. “I have also been hurt. Since I was a kid, I have been broken.”

He just held her. His chin rested on the crown of her head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, over and over like a prayer. “I’m so sorry, Beauty.” She dug her fingers into the back of his coat. “Why does it still hurt so much?” “Because love never disappears,” he said. “Even when it’s shattered.” They stood there—two broken people inside a cathedral of words—neither speaking, neither moving, just breathing the same air again for the first time in what felt like lifetimes.

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”