Broken Hearted Guy Quotes Novels & Stories

The days she…. “Dude, dude,” Brian’s voice drags him back to reality. “Dude, you are drifting off again!” He rubs his face with his palm and sighs dejectedly. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes. “Malcolm, I know you don’t like hearing this but I’m your best friend and I have to tell you the truth. Dude, you’ve got to move on. Yvette is gone and she is never coming back.” “I’ve moved on,” Malcolm says to him.

And where he probably is now. I shift to the next page. "Like a punch to a mirror, my heart is shattered. Betrayed and stabbed in the back, it was merely deceit. I am a broken man who can never be fixed. I showed him what it means to be loved, and he showed me why he had never had it."

He slowed down his pace and asked softly,”What is wrong? “I can't feel anything”, I cried out. The pains in my chest were too becoming unbearable when I think of Marcus. I can’t get over Marcus, I had so many feelings for him but he broke me. “Why can’t I get over him?”, I cried, feeling shattered as I wondered why everyone I love always leaves me. “Please tell me what you can't feel?”. The man's soft voice brought me back to reality. “I can't feel your cock”. I managed to whisper honestly.

Her lips moved but words failed her. "I know it's shocking but trust me I saw you suffering in one-sided love. I went through that phase as well. It's the worst type of love. Your good heart made me fall for you. I will shower you with love, I promise. Only a broken heart can mend another broken heart."

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.

🥀 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.

Even though it sounded like a simple request, every word he spoke tried to tear down the walls of hatred and distrust that I had long cemented in my broken heart. "We? You've gone crazy! I beg you, go! I'm tired, I'm broken. Please let me go, let me jump from here, I beg you," my voice was soft. "We? You've gone crazy! I beg you, go! I'm tired, I'm broken. Please let me go, let me jump from here, I beg you," my voice was soft. The man looked at me sincerely, "I know your life feels difficult right now, but I'm sure we can get through this together. Let me help you."

Even a stranger could see the love in his eyes when he looked at her. “Everyone thinks I am broken or something.” He laughs harshly. “I don’t like people treating me like that, Daphne.” My hand finds his and I squeeze with encouragement. “Screw what they think. You don’t have to explain yourself or fit their idea of ‘broken.’ You’re not damaged, you are grieving. Don’t let anyone turn your grief into their drama.” Jasper's eyes crinkle at the corner with a smile. “Thank you, I really needed to hear that.”

“Don’t apologize for what you feel, Natalia. You loved him. It’s natural to cry when you have a broken heart.” He said seriously, which made her look up and stare at him. “Why?” She asked, furrowing her brow. She couldn’t help but shake her head. “Nothing, you’re just so cool the way you speak. It’s like you’ve been heartbroken a few times already?” Even while crying, she managed to joke. “Well, yeah, let’s just say I’m the vice president of broken hearts and tearful souls, and I’m the president.” He said with a smile.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.