Broken Hearted Guy Quotes Novels & Stories

“Look! I’ve been there but best believe how you react to it is all that matters. The best thing you could do is to chill out and relive your mind” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “I broke up with my girl a couple of months ago. Apparently I wasn’t man enough for her. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m broke. Still I’m. She called me a powerless worm. This is someone with whom I invested 5 years with” Zara continued crying. She poured the remnant from the Hennessy into a glass from the counter gave him to drink. “To broken hearts, broken glasses and other broken things” she said as they clinked their glasses together in desolation.

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."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like that or cross a line." "You didn't. It was a long time ago," he sighs. "And back then I was alone and after an ugly break-up. I thought things can't get any worse and I was right. It can get only better. You will never forget, but you will learn to live with the pain, it's just who we are. We are humans, we feel, we cry, we laugh. And all is easier when it's shared. So I beg you, speak to me." "I think I love you."

Grief clung to him like a shadow, the pain in his eyes so raw it almost made me pity him. "I've already admitted my mistakes," he said hoarsely. "Can't you give me one last chance to make things right?" I gave a short, bitter laugh and pointed at the fluttering paper outside. "My heart is like those scraps—once it's shattered, you can't piece it back together. Even if you tried, the cracks would still remain. No matter what you do, it'll never be whole again." That was the longest conversation I'd had with him in a long time. But this time, I wanted to make sure he understood.

“Of course, you’ll never get tired of hurting me, because you have no heart, King Jester. I just hope one day... you’ll finally see the truth.” Tears streamed endlessly down my cheeks as I spoke those words, each one carrying the weight of my shattered soul. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, overflowing with rage, grief, and helplessness. I took deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down, wiping my tears with trembling hands.

to wither away. Maybe that was the motivation India needed to kill him. It was valid enough. Being heartbroken. I couldn't say that I've never been heartbroken in my entire life but my heart wasn't shattered by a romantic lover. More along the lines of family members and close friends. It hurts. It used to hurt so bad.

“What about ones who have made mistakes? Had boyfriends who hurt them? Men who told them they could make their dreams come true, only to take everything they possibly can? Are they not broken?” “I meant they don’t need fixing,” he stated again and I swear I could feel frustration building, gripping his hand tighter in mine, aware of a tingling sensation travelling down my arms, towards my heart. “Go on then, what do they need?” “The right person to love them.” “Simple as that?” I scoff. “Simple as that,” he repeats, his voice softening to a gravelly, deep bass. The kind of voice that makes a bar go quiet when they overhear it. It doesn’t scare me.

“A very importαnt friend. I cαn’t give you αnything more thαn thαt. My heαrt… it doesn’t work thαt wαy αnymore. I don’t think I cαn love αnyone αgαin in this lifetime. I’m sorry.” Theo’s jαw tightened for α second‚ αnd I could tell the words hurt him‚ but he still gαve me α smαll tired smile. “At leαst you finαlly sαid it cleαrly‚” he murmured. “Guess I cαn’t compete with α mαn who broke you thαt bαdly‚ huh?” I looked αwαy‚ my chest tightening. “Theo—”

"Please don't go to other men. I'm flying over right now, so just wait for me, alright? "Please don't sleep with him. I'll literally cry. "Babe, are you listening? I'll seriously cry for you. "No! Babe! My heart's broken! "I feel old now. You're letting me expire and making my heart sick. "Can we just create a three-person group chat? You guys can talk, while I won't say anything and just watch; how about that? "Why aren't you answering, babe? Is that guy not letting you use your phone?"

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.”