Broken People Quotes Novels & Stories

I wasn't comfortable with them making comments about it or making him a joke. “Back to you.” Jay said as he came to sit beside me on the bed. “How do you feel?” I sank into my pillow and let out a exhale. “Honestly, I feel like shit. Every attempt to move hurts and I can barely feel my legs.” He rubbed my shoulders. “Don’t worry, you'll be fine. I heard the doctors here are the best.” “How did the match with the Chicago team go?” I asked and they all exchanged glances.

"Whose ugliness is permanent?" Her chin lifted. "If you think I'll break, then you don't know what being broken feels like." Her words hit a place I didn't expect. I had seen people snap before. But she was different. "Hmmm, you think you are tough, right?" I snickered. "I will break your spirit and make you eat up your words." "You don't want to know how many times I was broken," she smiled. "Simply put, I can't be broken again."

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

I looked at him through glassy eyes, using every cell in my body to keep the tears at bay. "Am I broken?" "...No." He shook his head, tightening his hold on my hand. "At least, I don't think you are, but if you are, then I guess I am too... Maybe we're all a little bit broken?" "Then how do I fix it?" "We can't. We just... Learn to live with it, and find peace and happiness with the remaining pieces... I don't think all broken things need to be fixed, baby sister."

he asks. “People forget,” I whisper, knowing he can hear me, his own lips just inches from mine. “That the irony is that broken people are not fragile. They don’t realize that we have to be the strongest to put ourselves back together every day. Make ourselves new. Get a fresh start.” I nod at the bottle behind him. “And you didn’t even need one today. No damage done.” He swallows in acknowledgment, and the movement of his jaw runs his stubble against my finger tips, still lingering on his neck. “What about the memories?” he asks, voicing his disbelief. “Each new day doesn’t change what I’ve done.”

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”

"What's the point of fighting if I lose everything anyway?" Alexander moved closer. "The point is you don't let them break you. You don't give them that satisfaction." "I'm already broken." "No." His voice was firm. "You're tired. You're scared. But you're not broken." "How do you know?" "Because broken people don't fight back. And you're still fighting." I wanted to believe him. But I felt shattered into pieces I couldn't put back together. My phone rang again. Adrian. I almost didn't answer.

He spotted the thin, red line on Axel’s palm. He carried Axel to the kitchen, sitting him on the counter as he fetched a first-aid kit. As he cleaned the small cut with a tenderness that made Mandy’s chest ache, he spoke softly. "Listen, champ. Next time something breaks, you leave it. Don’t try to fix broken things. Not everything can be fixed." He smoothed a band-aid over the cut. "No matter how hard you try, once something is shattered… it can never really be put back the way it was. Understand?" Axel, wide-eyed, nodded solemnly. "Hmm."

"But it doesn't." "Then you're going to let him win." "There's no winning here, Tony. There's just... surviving." He was quiet for a long moment, then stood up and walked to the window overlooking his garden. "My father used to tell me that the only thing worse than being hurt is letting the person who hurt you think they broke you." "Maybe I am broken." "No." He turned back to me, his voice firm. "Broken people don't fight back. Broken people don't run. You're not broken, Lily. You're just... bent. And bent things can be straightened."