Broken People Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

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.”

"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."

"I see broken things, and I want to fix them. Beautiful broken things especially." "I'm not broken." The laugh that escaped him was genuinely amused, "Of course you are. You're sitting in a stranger's house, wearing clothes you slept in, drinking whiskey you can't afford, because the alternative is sleeping rough and hoping you don't freeze to death before morning." Put like that, my situation did sound fairly desperate. "But broken doesn't mean worthless," he continued. "Sometimes the most interesting people are the ones who've been shattered and rebuilt themselves into something new."

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.”

" Stop this Dylan please stop this." "You can't mend a broken glass. I am broken beyond repair." You destroyed me the day I learned to love you. To feel something for you. Then how can you expect me to give you that piece of mine once again when you already broke it with your own hands. _______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

“How? Harrison has all the money and power in the world. We have nothing left. He can keep attacking forever. We can’t keep defending forever.” “So you outlast him.” “That’s not really an answer.” “Yes it is. You survive one more day than he thinks you can. You take one more hit than he expects you to handle. You win by not breaking when he’s sure you will.” “I’m already broken.” “You’re exhausted. There’s a difference. Exhaustion can be fixed, broken is forever. You’re not broken, Lena. You’re just really, really tired.” Quiet tears ran down my face. Not the desperate kind, just soft relief. “How did you get so wise?”

I said with an adittude. "shut up." Nate said. "fuck you." I replied. "are you coming or nah?" Hayes asked playfully. "don't ever say that again." I chuckled "and no. killing people doesn't make me hungry, sorry." I said. everyone exited the car one by one. even Aubrey and Ella. I didn't complain though, I was just happy to finally be alone. if jacks a singer then that means he's a part time murder right? I fell in love with a physco path.

Nothing violent or possessive. Just tender. Real. I pulled back. Gasping. Crying harder. "I'm sorry. I can't. I want to but I can't." "It's okay. We have time." "Do we? People keep trying to kill us. Time isn't guaranteed." "Then we make the most of what we have." He wiped my tears with his thumb. The gesture so simple. So kind. "I'm broken," I said. "Flynn broke something in me I don't know how to fix."

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”