Broken Homes Quotes Novels & Stories

"As long as we're together. As long as we're safe. As long as—as long as nobody gets eaten again." We all laughed. Broken. Traumatized. But real. We were home. Complicated. Damaged. Changed. But home. And that was enough.

she nursed me and dragged me to the bar counter. "The strongest hard drink," Cassandra and I said to the bartender. "It's been 2 years Ayesha, you still can't move on with your ex?" she broke the silence and then slammed the counter. Move on? How to do that? Why is it that every time I tried, I still come back to the beginning? "There are probably things in the world that we will never forget," I said with my bitter language and raw smile. "He's stupid," my friend replied angrily then drank her wine.

The message was clear: "Your walls are already broken." "Your children are already mine."

“And I didn’t choose because I was powerful. I chose because this is my home and it holds my people.” A murmur moved through the square. Home. That word seemed to matter. I grew uneasy, wondering where Liam was and not sure if I was now happy I came here. But then I had to continue speaking. They were all staring at me. “I won’t pretend this nation is unbroken,” I continued. “We lost too much, too many. There are families who won’t be whole again. Names that will never be spoken without pain.” My throat tightened, but I didn’t stop.

“Once you have been tortured, you can never belong in this world. There is no place that ever be your home." -QuotesLyfe Every morning comes up with new hope, but for some people hope is nothing but a mere word. There is quote - Nothing is permanent. Good days will always come after bad days. But May be this is just a quote because in her life she don't think there is any good day waiting for her. Next Morning: Steve POV:

He lay in the middle of the house, steady studying the woman, his limbs severed. He can only scream. She slopes around the him, like someone fastening bones together, always making sure her eye and Abednego's eyes meet. Her mouth pulls back in a wide smile, laughing. Life will always be a cage. You just have to make sure it’s one you’ve built yourself. She appeared to be saying, "I broke out of my cage, and I don’t have the means to build a new one. So the bones are right here with me and I have to build. Yes, the bones are right here with me."

“You’re just exhausted. Heartbreak does that. It strips you down, makes you forget who you were before the pain.” I was silent for a long moment. Then I asked the question I’d been afraid to say out loud. “Do you think I can start over? Or is it too late for me?” “It’s never too late,” Mia answered firmly. “But you have to stop standing in the ruins and calling it home. You can’t heal in the same place that broke you. Not just the house, Bella. The marriage. The lies. All of it. You have to walk away from the wreckage.”

I can't help but feel violated, as if our sanctuary has been invaded and defiled. Kendra kneels to pick up a shattered family photo, its broken frame a metaphor for the fragments of our lives. It’s the picture of Kendra and I, the day we got this house. We’re both smiling, we were happy. Scarred but happy. “Anastasia, this is terrible….. Why did they do this to us? Anastasia, we will get over this. We will work our way out of this mess, like we always did when we were little” she says, her voice is husky and I know she’s trying not to break down.

I had no faith in myself, I found everything I began to cherish tearing into fragments. “I shattered our home. I am so sorry… Please forgive me!” My home was falling apart with my own hands. I became the reason behind my darkness and I kept wailing at my own fault. “Don’t say this, Vincent, what broke-” Tears were rolling down, my breaths were suffocating me. Searching for my redemption, I gained ravage. “Our fucking home! Our marriage, that is what shattered because of my demeanor!” I whisper-yelled. Failing to conceal my tears, removing my hand and looking at the ground.

The people at the table exchanged glances, their faces showing embarrassment and a hint of disdain. One young man looked me up and down before scoffing. His tone was full of contempt. "Still pretending? You set up a honey trap, swindled your ex-husband's entire savings, and then blocked their whole family. Now, his old lady can't afford a nursing home, his sister can't afford school, and the three of them are almost homeless. Meanwhile, you’re still enjoying your travels. Society’s gone downhill. People have no decency anymore!"