Broken People Quotes Novels & Stories

"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."

I shouted and hit the glass table, and it broke. "You see that glass table? Think? Think of me. You shattered it.NoNo matter what you do, you will never be able to rebuild it. NoNo matter what else you do. "The harm has been done," I said, looking down at my bleeding hand.They just listened to me, and I just turned my back on them. They matter. Hopefully, someday I'll be the person next to you. I hope next time you will love me, at least for a moment.

- Vikram "By feeding on poor people like me . " - Akira "You can't be serious . That's a hell of an accusation . " - Vikram "Trutch is always painful my friend . " - Akira "Fine, I give up . Today's lunch is my treat . Will come and pick you guys . " - Vikram "I knew you had a generous side . Just that you had lost it . I am so glad that you found it again . " -Akira "Go and get ready . Eat lunch food and don't eye for my head . " - Vikram

They just keep asking it again and again, like one day the answer will change. “I’m fine, Lilly,” I say gently. “You don’t have to keep asking me that.” “I know, but I’m worried about you,” she replies, her voice softer now, “ These past few months haven’t exactly been easy.” I let out a slow breath. “They haven’t, but that doesn’t mean they’ve completely broken me.” That’s one of the things I learned from my therapist. No matter what life throws at you, you don’t have to break. You might be hurt, you might be bruised, you might even bleed, but that doesn’t mean you have to fall apart completely.

(I believed in you, I believed in us) you hurt my heart, you broke my soul, you failed to keep your promises. Yes, (…) Don't worry, what breaks easily, mends easily... Don't worry, I just have to stop loving you... Cursed be my being, it can't stop doing it. Damn... Be your false promises, you turned out worse than the harsh reality... Oh... Uh... Oh... Congratulations! Congratulations, I applaud you (I applaud you) oh... Uh... Oh... Great liar, destruction is always beneath your feet... I thought for once that you were different.

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

As I tried to move it, to watch the writing on it, the mug slipped from my hand accidentally and smashed to pieces on the ground. For a few moments, I could only stare between my mother's name on the chit and the broken glass shards; until I managed to grab a hold of myself and started cleaning up the mess. A realisation burning in the back of my mind, as I gathered the broken pieces. Sometimes, all that's left for us to do, is collect the broken pieces. Because like things; relationships once broken can never be completely put back together in the same way, no matter what. ———————-

I told him about my brother, about my mother, about the guilt I still carried, about the nights I had spent crying myself to sleep. "We're both broken," he said, his hand in mine. "Maybe. But maybe broken things can be fixed. Maybe broken things can be made whole again." "Or maybe they can be loved despite the cracks. Maybe the cracks are what make them beautiful." I looked at him, at the man who had broken my heart and put it back together more times than I could count, at the man who had seen me at my worst and stayed. "I like that better. I like that a lot."

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”

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