روايات وقصص ضمن Broken In Life Quotes

No matter how hard I tried to mount in the mud of misery, no matter how I keep on standing whenever I tumbles down, everything seems to shatter so easily in the end. Is it so hard to aim for happiness in this world? God knows I tried to be brave and strong to keep on fighting the battles but no matter how hard I strive, I still keep on losing and ending up being broken. I was not mean and didn't have ill intentions toward anyone. I never aggravated nor stepped on someone else's shoes, so why is this all happening to me? It's so unfair and I was so damn tired. It's like I wanna give up and just let life whatever strike on me. Maybe I was really born unlucky or maybe this is all I could ever

It's just that, My heart broke, And mended, With you, On the outside, And then he came, And you left, Forever. Once I was a glass figurine, perfect to the eye, fragile underneath. Since you used your words as weapons I am ground to the finest of dust - still glass, yet vulnerable to any gust. I still feel pain, so much raw pain, but I can't be broken anymore. You did your worst, but I am still here, sparkling in the midwinter light.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

No one's betrayal should end your life. I took the pain. The shame. But I wasn't gonna let it break me.

Like my family - shattered but still there. Like my marriage - broken but worth fighting for. Like my heart, destroyed but somehow still beating.

Her breath caught. “But breaking doesn’t always mean ending,” I continued, my voice gentler now, steadier as I managed to sniff in my snort. “Sometimes it just means we come back… differently.” She stared at me like she was trying to hold onto every word, like they might slip away if she didn’t. “There’s a saying,” I added, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb lingering there for just a second, “pieces broken beyond repair that come back together can’t be broken again.”

"For what? For Victoria's press conference this afternoon? For whatever new lies she's going to tell about me?" "For yourself. For the boys. For getting through this." I set down my spoon. "What if I can't get through this? What if this is the thing that finally breaks me?" "It won't." "How do you know?" "Because you've survived worse. You survived giving up Alexander. You survived almost dying in that warehouse. You survived being shot. You're the strongest person I know." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be repaired." "Not always. Sometimes they're too shattered. Too many pieces to put back together."

"Tell me what I can do to help, please?" "I wish I know the answer to that..." I told him as I kept chewing my bottom lip. He cupped my face and tried to wipe the tears away, but they kept falling. "Remember when we were younger — every time we sprint, and you lose? I kept telling you that every fall, every wrong turn, makes you braver and wiser. They will let you know what to do next time. This is also true in real life. We will fall and break, but we must always get back up. Not for anyone but ourselves. So, we can cross the finish line and live the lives we deserve."

“I falsely accused you of something when I was young, and now you are on a revenge rampage. I was still a teenager then, get that into your head” “You had a second chance at life but instead of living a good life and chasing your dreams, you allowed revenge to steal your years. So what if you almost died? What if your brother died?” “See, I am not even remorseful in the slightest. I did nothing wrong. I did what needed to be done. You wasted your time trying to break me. I can never be broken and…” The broken piece of the plate that I gripped fell from my grip, shattering to the ground and this searing pain radiated through my stomach.

No matter how difficult it may be to do for me today. It may be challenging. But it's pretty easy to excel in life. I will apologise to myself. I shouldn't begin my life on a negative note. I need to be brave to see life differently. I need to excel. Yes, I need to grow in life. I have grown stronger than who I have been those dead years. Not dead years. Years passed by. I don't very much appreciate the word death or dead in usage. I end my day's note with a new quote: "Maybe there is a super microbe which, if present in large numbers in my body, can make me live forever." I may be right in that. I will explore it today.