Broken Heart Quotes For Guys Novels & Stories

People don't hate ghosts. Our time together was pretty short, but it was also the best time of my life. Now that you're gone, I feel empty. Without you, I feel broke like half a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel like a torn sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song. You broke my heart, but I still love you with all the pieces and I'll always do. Take good care of yourself. Love,

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.

“Give me a chance to mend your broken heart.You know why hearts broke so that someone can mend it. If I'm not a bad person then give me a chance to mend your heart. I like you, and trust me I won't break your heart. If I ever do then you can kill me with your bare hands.” Emerson said, looking right into my eyes. And I was bewildered not knowing what to say. I always wanted to be loved by Jaxon but he never loved me back. And when someone asked me to be his girlfriend I was afraid to get heartbroken. Because what Jaxon did to my fragile heart it feared to trust anyone else.

"How do you heal a broken heart, Darvin?" "I don’t know. The day Dad took his life was the first time my heart was totally broken. And I couldn’t heal it until now. And then it just keeps breaking over and over again over the years. Maybe it is different from what you have. But at the end of the day, it still gave us pain. But I know you can handle it better than I can. We will take it one day at a time. And I’m sure one day, you’ll just wake up, and your heart’s not broken anymore."

“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving you wrong. But you have to give me a chance.” The doubts rush out of my lips. I can’t help saying, “I really, really cannot handle any form of heartbreak this time, Cal. If... if you break my heart, I’ll probably die.” His lips pull into a smile that never forms. “I’m serious. People can die of a heartbreak and I’ll die of one if you break my heart again.”

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.”

“You don’t want to love him because you’re afraid you’ll get your heart broken.” “Yes. Exactly.” “Sweetie, your heart will heal. I’ve had my heart broken plenty of times and I’ve always recovered. You have to enjoy the loving while you’re in it. And who says he’s going to hurt you? Maybe this is your guy? Maybe this is the man put on this earth just for you. He’s your happily ever after.” “Bullshit. There is no such thing. I just know he’s going to go back to New York.”

“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.

“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?”

They had been so in love, and now it felt like it was all crumbling down around him just because of a friend. He sat down heavily on the couch, his head in his hands. Memories of their time together flashed through his mind—the laughter, the late-night talks, the plans they’d made for the future. And now, it all seemed to be slipping away. The phone buzzed again, and Jack’s heart skipped a beat. He picked it up, almost afraid to read the message. "I’m sorry, Jack. I really am. But I can’t do this. I can’t go through the pain of being betrayed again. You don’t understand what it’s like to have your heart shattered over and over. I just... I can’t".