Broken Person Quotes Novels & Stories

I say glumly. “Why do you think that?” She asks, her tone sounding sad. “I’m broken and damaged. This should go to someone… who isn’t,” I say dejectedly. “You have been broken – physically and mentally – that’s true, but why does that make you undeserving of such a gift? The way I see it, it means you’re someone who can understand its significance and who will use it wisely,” she says as she locks her eyes with mine. “Did you know, when a broken bone is healing, during that time, that broken place in the bone becomes its strongest part? Being broken isn’t a personality flaw. It shows us just how strong we truly are.”

Broken people understand the pain of broken people. "Thank you for sharing this hidden part of yours." He laid his head on my shoulder. "Broken people understand the pain of broken people..." I whispered as he nodded in acknowledgment.

“Because I remember what it is to be broken.” The child’s lip trembled. I felt the echo of many past failures. I thought of mistakes I couldn’t fix and people I couldn’t save. I touched his hair, rough and still wet from the morning wash. “You’ll survive this,” I said. “Stronger than you think. I… I won’t let it break you completely.”

My eyes burned with unshed tears. “Broken people are not fragile.” Alexei stilled at my dead voice. “Even the world is scared of broken shards of glass.” He let out a deep chuckle matching the darkness of the night. I stayed still even when he pulled away, his warmth stripping away leaving me standing small in front of him.

He pointed at a thin cut on his cheek and complained, "Look what he did. I'm disfigured. You're never going to call me good-looking again." I couldn't help laughing in exasperation. "Haven't you seen plenty of beautiful statues with flaws? Haven't you ever heard of the beauty of brokenness? Haven't you heard that scars and tears are the best look a man can have?"

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."

“I’m useless.” The glass that held my world together let out a crippling sound as it shattered.

"We should love, but not fall in love, because anything that falls gets broken." "Taylor Swift? Really?" He laughed. I laughed, "That was easy." "You know, for a quote that's that popular, I sure as hell feel it's a shitload of crap." "Why'd you say that?" I inquired. "Not everything that falls gets broken if there's someone to catch it, right?" It sounded more like a statement than a question. "But it isn't every time that there's someone to catch it." I stated. "True." He nodded and added, "But I feel it's a totally screwed way to look at it."

"You're not giving up now. Not after everything you've survived to get here." "What if I can't handle any more? What if I've reached my limit?" "You haven't. You're stronger than you think." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken people don't work eighteen hour days perfecting every detail of a collection. Broken people don't stand up to board members who doubt them. Broken people don't survive what you've survived and keep fighting." Lucien shifted slightly so he could see my face. "You're exhausted and overwhelmed and pregnant—"

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.