Novel & Cerita Broken Heart Quotes About Love

“Every time I think we have hit a peak, we surpass it.” She laughed, with a brittle and fragile edge to the laughter. “Oh, Owen, what are we doing?” “Em,” he lifted over her and framed her face with his hands, kissing her with lingering intent. “I don’t know about you, but I am making love to you.” She closed her eyes against the tears that wanted to well. “Owen,” she stroked her hands through his hair from feel. “I can’t survive another heartbreak. This time, when you break it, you will break me, too.”

“If a broken crayon can still color, then a broken heart can still love as well.” Her voice resonated loudly inside his head as he tried to recall the beautiful memories. He slowly caressed her hair, and it was such a relief that she didn't dodge or struggle. She just stayed still. “You are right. I started with a broken heart. The trauma I had and the thoughts of people I love leaving made me afraid to fall in love again, but you are the one who made me believe that I could start all over. The more I know you, the deeper I fall in love with you—to the point where I don't even realize that my wound is healing. My heart was frozen, but you melted it.”

my bitter quote. It was as if I was taken aback by the last thing I said. I am so dead! It was only a week, but why does the pain seem so painful. Or I am just expecting more from him. I wiped away the tears, before taking a taxi. I didn't look at him, because until now I felt like I was getting burned. I went home in tears, my night was very secluded. It used to be like that but from what I witnessed before, I lost even more strength to associate with others. Love wasn't this sharp you can't say it's just a touch and it's deep.

I thought many times to kill myself but somewhere a hope that I will meet you again I used to curse my fate all the time because you got hurt due to me you are thinking only your heart is broken infact hurting and breaking your heart made my heart to broken into uncountable pieces sobb the worst thing of anyone is acting like you don't care about the person you love the most you don't know how many times I tried to coax this broken heart . I went near her I don't know how to make her calm she is crying very painfully I lifted her in my arms and laid her on coach and said "please ash stop crying iam sorry iam a fool I was hurt so talked like that I love you ash I love only you please don't cr

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

C H A P T E R 1 0 : D R A M A T I C A L L Y F R U S T R A T E D "....and yes, you should fight for love and risk your heart for people who may not be able to contain your love. But, if your heart shatters, I hope it is not 'love' that you accuse; I hope it is not 'love' that you give up on. Because there is nothing more beautiful than a heart that breaks and still chooses to fight for love."

And simply put love, is not for everyone. And I am saying this because I have been heartbroken again. I have been hurt over and over again by this foolish thing called love. And now I've simply just called it quits. Enough is enough with all the heartaches that it has been giving me. And with that in my mind, I chose to take the other route.

​She swallowed her dry spit, speaking in a tone she fought to keep steady: "You are wrong... he... he still loves me. What happened between us was only because of his grief over our great loss... He is just going through a difficult time..." ​He looked at her as if he could see right through all her lies, not moving an inch, continuing to hem her in with his body and imposing presence. He looked at the overwhelming paleness of her face, and at her hand which still bore the marks of the cannula wound, before speaking in a low voice that carried a brutal truth: "You are only deceiving yourself, Evelyn... You are imagining a love that does not exist. Is this what you call love? If so, then you

she didn't like her sulking all by herself. Ashley smiles, "Ed Sheeran said in his song that a heart that is broken is a heart that's loved, " she said, "why does it always end like this? Why does love have to be so painful and cruel hurting you when you've got no bad intentions, giving you hope and life only to take it back when you least expect it? Why does life even exist if it does no good? She asked in between her sobbing, she could feel it, her heart is shattered into tiny pieces and she can't do everything.

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.