Novel & Cerita Broken In Life Quotes

“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving you wrong. But you have to give me a chance.” The doubts rush out of my lips. I can’t help saying, “I really, really cannot handle any form of heartbreak this time, Cal. If... if you break my heart, I’ll probably die.” His lips pull into a smile that never forms. “I’m serious. People can die of a heartbreak and I’ll die of one if you break my heart again.”

It makes us whole and sometimes it makes us shattered into pieces where we don’t know how to start on picking up the pieces and just try to live with the pieces that still made us alive and breathing. Those pieces that still gave an intact on our life but we already know that it was as fragile as a glass for one moment, we are already trying to outlive the past only to see ourselves stumbling on the ground and our words being shattered again by those pieces which we believes makes us intact and alive only to realize that those pieces remember every bit of her. Those pieces holds us together for it was the only pieces that remains for her.

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

I said as the anchor watched me slowly and then nodded. “One last question,” she said and I braced myself. “If you could say anything to the world right now, what would it be?” she continued. This time, I didn't hesitate, I turned slightly, facing the camera directly. My reflection stared back at me through the lens, but it didn't feel like the same woman anymore. “I won't be broken,” I said firmly, my voice didn't shake. “Not by lies, not by betrayal, not by anyone who thinks they can reduce me to something small. Not anymore” I said and I exhaled. The words landed with weight.

Pain… I know pain. I know how it feels, how it can twist and break you until you’re nothing but fragments of who you used to be. I’m shattered, and I can’t be fixed. Happiness is fleeting—whenever I think I’ve found it, it slips through my fingers, leaving me even more broken than before. Have you ever been in a place where you can’t cry anymore, even when you desperately needed to? When the tears just won’t come, no matter how much you want to let it all out?

Her gray eyes found my green ones. "You are far too young to have such desperate eyes." She said. I snorted. "Life doesn't wait until you become an adult to throw things at you, and it damn sure doesn't have an age restriction." I said. She smiled. "You're right about that. I'm sorry. My intent wasn't to diminished your experiences. I say that because although you are so young, you refuse to break. You may bend a little. You may even crack, but never break. Had you, you would've been gone. You wouldn't still be trying, and it's the trying that hurts. It hurts to keep going. It hurts to do and be better than the others around you. In the midst of all this darkness... no matter how much the wo

It's just that I am a broken thing, And breaking is all I can give to the ones I love. I never really confided in anyone, never needed anyone or destroyed anything until I met that shit, it destroyed my life. I sent my hand down the back seat and caught a packet of block crystalline. I opened it up and grind some of it, regretting every second. I dissolve some of it and injected it through my veins like a fucking junky.

"Red, that is funny. Your optimism is cute, but so misplaced. Some things get too broken for repair. You have no idea what it's like to have seen what we've seen. To have endured. And, for some, live with the physical results daily." "You might have suffered a fall and cracked like Humpty Dumpty, but you can glue some parts back together and go on." "Did you just compare me to an egg?" "She did," Ben snickered. "It might not have been my best analogy, but the meaning is unchanged. You're broken, but that doesn't mean you can't pull the undamaged parts of yourself together and live a full life."

And most of all, I can't help it when the love of my life can't love me back. 'God, I'm turning into a sap,' I thought bitterly. What can you do? No matter how tough you are, when a heart gets broken like shattered glass, it can't be undone. You'd break down, forget who you are, or what you stand for, and end up like a pile of shit. After today's stunt, never again will I break down. I'm not going back that road never, ever again... for her.