Broken Person Quotes Novels & Stories

The tip of my nose. "There is not a single iota of you that is unlovable. You draw people towards you as if you were the sunshine. You cast light wherever you go. If you were truly broken, truly damaged, you wouldn't be trying to live a life baking cupcakes to give joy to others. You would wither away in the dark, spread hate and anguish with every exhale. I know what broken looks like. I grew up with it. Stared it in the face. Killed it."

His fear of rejection. "You're not broken," I said firmly. "Luna—" "You're hurt. Scarred. Traumatized. But not broken. There's a difference." "Is there?" "Yes. Broken can't be fixed. Hurt can heal. You're healing. Every day." He looked at me with such raw emotion. "How do you do that?" "Do what?" "Make me feel like I'm worth something. Even when I'm convinced I'm not." "Because you are worth something. You're loyal. Brave. Smart. Funny. And you've saved my life more times than I can count."

“You survived it. That’s what matters.” “But what if I’m broken now?” I whisper. “What if all the soft parts of me are gone? What if I’m too scared to let someone love me again? What if you wake up one day and realize you deserve someone whole?” He stares at me like I’ve just said the dumbest thing in the world. “Viola,” he murmurs. “You’re not broken.” I shake my head, not believing him. “You say that now—” “No,” he cuts in, gently but firmly. “Listen to me. You’re not broken. You’re brave. You’re still here. Still standing. You wrote through your pain. You pulled yourself out of something people spend decades trapped in. You didn’t disappear—you fought your way back.”

“You’re not stupid. Seeking a break from emotional pain is not stupid. It’s not crazy. I don’t need to know how broken that made you feel, but I want you to know that you’re more than this. You’re more than the pain you feel or want to feel.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are. You’re more…”

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.

- Caitlin Cooper ************************************ The line from this quote "when you're broken you need to be reborn" resembles me so much. I was broken to the extent that I was not even seeing the positive light in my life. I did not know how to save myself from the damage that was done to me; I could not even see the shore to survive or land; I was too into the depth of the water to be saved. The only person that can keep myself from going insane was only me; Only. Me. I. was the only one now who can rescue myself from the detriment I was going to foist upon myself. Throughout my life while growing up I only heard people saying "I'm suffering so much or I'm in pain" but I only understo

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."

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.”

"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."

Looking back, I don’t know what I would’ve done without her. I laced my arm through hers and gave her a small smile, “You don’t have to be alright. I think most people are a little bit broken, and that’s okay. No one gets through life unscathed; we all end up wounded one way or another. I’m lucky I have such strong people in my life to help me get through those moments.”