Broken In Life Quotes Novels & Stories

That was not nice. Not at all. “I just—” I stuttered, the words spilling out. “I don’t let myself break. Not at all. If I break, who’s going to put me back together?” He gently took my hand. "Sometimes, you have to let yourself break down." “I don't have that luxury.” He was silent for an instant. Then, so softly that I could hardly discern it, he whispered, “She'd have a lot to say. If she were to know about as much as you're carrying.”

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

And now, we must learn to live with the broken reflection. ---

“I’m useless.” The glass that held my world together let out a crippling sound as it shattered.

Looking back, I don’t know what I would’ve done without her. I laced my arm through hers and gave her a small smile, “You don’t have to be alright. I think most people are a little bit broken, and that’s okay. No one gets through life unscathed; we all end up wounded one way or another. I’m lucky I have such strong people in my life to help me get through those moments.”

There was a plant and a framed quote behind me: “Ashes to beauty” The interviewer,Whitney,appeared on the screen,poised and polished. With a short intro,we dove into the interview proper. “Misss Sophia,your story has touched millions in weeks. But if you had to go back to the moment you were heartbroken,what would you tell that version of yourself.” I paused,then smiled gently. “I'd tell her that heartbreak won't break her forever. That the loss of something isn't the end. It can be the beginning of the real you.”

I couldn't handle it anymore. Maybe enlightenment isn't a real thing and our whole lives are just constant wars with what we don't know. In all this life, all of us work so hard to fit in our perfect molds. When we break out of them - well, of course we chip and crack, too. But, every stone that was overturned in my path simply broke me down even more. Soon, there would be nothing left to rebuild.

“It didn’t feel like fighting. It felt like… drowning.” Ghost’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s what it feels like when someone breaks you down long enough. You start believing the water’s stronger than you.” He stepped closer, but not too close. Just enough that his presence anchored her. “But you’re still here. You didn’t let it take you.” Her eyes burned, tears stinging. She dropped her gaze, whispering, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I’m not broken.” “You are broken,” Ghost said simply. “We all are. Difference is whether you stay shattered, or let people help you put the pieces back.”

I have been doing this my whole life. She said I wasn't broken. I have never wanted to believe anything more in my life. The problem is, I'm not sure I do yet.