Broken People Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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”

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.

“Why not? Maybe I deserve to be destroyed.” “No. You deserve to heal.” I squeeze her hand. “We both do. We’ve both made mistakes. Huge, terrible mistakes. But we’re still here. We still have a chance at something better.” She looks at me with those haunted eyes. “Do we? Or are we just… broken people who destroy everything we touch?” The question hits closer to home than I’d like to admit. “Maybe we are,” I say slowly. “But maybe broken people need each other. Maybe we’re the only ones who can understand what the other is going through.”

"What if I fail? What if foundation fails? What if I hurt more children trying to help? What if I am not ready? What if—what if I am still broken? Still dangerous? Still—Marcus's weapon pretending to be human?" "Then you fail. And you learn. And you try again. Or you quit. Or you change direction. Or you—accept that failure is part of trying. That broken people can still help. That weapons can choose to build. That—you do not have to be healed to be helpful. You do not have to be perfect to be good. You just have to—try. Honestly. Openly. With full awareness that you might fail. That you might hurt people. That you might—be wrong. And trying anyway. Because the alternative is—nothing. Is par

Somewhere between my second cup of coffee and his third whiskey, the distance between us disappeared. After a while, I leaned back, sighing. “You ever think maybe we’re all just… broken people who met at the wrong time?” Tomas chuckled. “That’s the most poetic shit I’ve heard in weeks.” “I’m serious.” “So am I,” he said. “But maybe that’s what makes it work. Broken recognizes broken.” That line stuck in my chest. He wasn’t wrong. I smiled, small but genuine. “You know what? For someone who works for a mob family, you’re not half bad.”

Just to say the things out loud. “James and I are not broken,” I say, almost to myself. “Just cracked a little.” “Cracks are how light gets in,” Marcy says, reaching for a dinner roll. I just love her attitude to life. Wes scoffs. “You two read too many P*******t quotes.” “They’re not wrong,” Dad murmurs. “But I still don’t like this. You being hurt. Him trying to figure it out too late.” “He’s not too late,” I say. “Not yet.”

I know that I am crossing the line but dude, I am not exaggerating as I don't want to involve myself in them again. I became kind and befriended by these creatures, but they deceived me. They broke my trust and it will never go back to the way it used to be. Once the trust is broken, it will never be the same again like the glass having its crack. Sometimes, it is better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. In my condition, I am not the only one who became hurt as I tried to put it back together but also the people around me.

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

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’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”