Novel & Cerita Broken Hearted Guy Quotes

I concluded, he gently tucked his hands into pocket and shrugged softly. “I kid you not, heartbreak is the ultimate motivation, it just has a way of bringing out your talent as a motivational speaker“ he said and for the first time in a while I burst out laughing, and more surprisingly, genuinely. “What?! Why would you say that,” I asked in between laughs, he chuckled lightly and shrugged again turning to me. “I’ve had a fair share of heartbreaks too, so I know” he said, my laugh turned to a small sigh and I turned to meet his gaze,

Tom argued. "I don't know you personally. It was only when I found out you were a playboy that I was convinced," Andien replied calmly. Tom's eyebrows rose as he asked. "What information?" "As a man who attracts a lot of women and a man who breaks more women's hearts than he can fly to the moon," Andien replied calmly. For a moment Tom was speechless at the comparison Andien had given him. "Thank you for your flattery, although I take it more as an insult because I don't have a sincere heart," Tom grinned.

“I honestly think you might be exaggerating. It’s better to have loved and lost than to never love at all. That is a famous quote from Alfred Lord Tennyson, if I remember correctly.” “If loss is the only thing you’ve known, there comes a time when you have to cut those losses. No pun intended,” replied Morgan defensively. “By your tone of voice, I’m guessing you’re coming off of a bad breakup?” asked Maddison. “It’s that obvious, huh?” said Morgan, digging into the appetizers. “I’ve been there before, although it was a while back. It sucks and no words can completely describe the hollow feeling that you get but you have to let yourself grieve. When you let it all out, pick yourself up and mo

"There will never be room for another woman. She will always be the one I love." ‘A momentary attraction,’ he said... His words hit me like a freight train, and I almost stumbled backward. God, he probably had no idea how deeply his words cut me. In fact, I wasn't sure if I fully comprehended the extent of my pain. It should be physically impossible to feel one's heart breaking into pieces, but why did it feel like every damn shard was shattering and falling away? Was he actually serious?

I told him about my brother, about my mother, about the guilt I still carried, about the nights I had spent crying myself to sleep. "We're both broken," he said, his hand in mine. "Maybe. But maybe broken things can be fixed. Maybe broken things can be made whole again." "Or maybe they can be loved despite the cracks. Maybe the cracks are what make them beautiful." I looked at him, at the man who had broken my heart and put it back together more times than I could count, at the man who had seen me at my worst and stayed. "I like that better. I like that a lot."

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

He immediately poured me a glass, a smirk playing on his lips, seemingly amused by our argument. "Did a guy break your heart?" I gulped my drink whole, feeling a bit dizzy. "No, he crushed it," I blurted out, hiccups following. He chuckled, pouring me another glass. "Take heart, okay, look around you, there are so many guys who need a curvaceous woman like you."

Fiona’s POV There is this quote from Robert Tea which I read up somewhere which says that, “Broken people are beautiful. They have to put themselves back every day.” The simplicity of this quote resonated with something within me. Something hollow and broken, something tired of fighting to stay alive.

How about me? You told me our feelings are intimate. Now I can't find that intimate word between our world's anymore. You broke me. "Sir, that's enough." I heard the bartender said stopping me from getting more alcohol. Yep, I am in a bar, drowning myself with alcohol because I am heartbroken. Cheesy and cringe right? I was doing the same thing people do whenever they're hurt and now I understand them. "Sir, you're drinking too much. Sir, you're still a student---" I cutted his words off. His voice are making me more irritated.

Clearly he wants an explanation for why I have been so lazy and living in an environment like this. “I have been undergoing a lot of stress lately. My best friend and my man cheated on me. The girl is even pregnant for him, and soon they are planning a wedding. I have been broken. And thanks to you, I have at least been better for the past two days,” I say. “I am so sorry for that. And it's understandable, sometimes heartbreak drains your interest to do anything. I know the feeling,” he says. “Have you undergone something like that before?” I ask him.