Broken Person Quotes Novels & Stories

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

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.”

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”

"Whose ugliness is permanent?" Her chin lifted. "If you think I'll break, then you don't know what being broken feels like." Her words hit a place I didn't expect. I had seen people snap before. But she was different. "Hmmm, you think you are tough, right?" I snickered. "I will break your spirit and make you eat up your words." "You don't want to know how many times I was broken," she smiled. "Simply put, I can't be broken again."

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.

he asks. “People forget,” I whisper, knowing he can hear me, his own lips just inches from mine. “That the irony is that broken people are not fragile. They don’t realize that we have to be the strongest to put ourselves back together every day. Make ourselves new. Get a fresh start.” I nod at the bottle behind him. “And you didn’t even need one today. No damage done.” He swallows in acknowledgment, and the movement of his jaw runs his stubble against my finger tips, still lingering on his neck. “What about the memories?” he asks, voicing his disbelief. “Each new day doesn’t change what I’ve done.”

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

Everyone of us is broken in one way or the other. We just find a way, a thing or a person that glues us together. And sometimes, we don’t even find that so we learn to live with our broken parts and wait for that day when they will stop hurting. ~ A. Gupta Violet

His rough and calloused hands may make him seem ruthless but he makes me feel safe. “I see you as someone who has more to show the world than the broken pieces they tried to make you become.” “Maybe they weren't trying to make me broken. Maybe they were trying to open my eyes to what I already am.” “You are not broken.” “Then what am I?” “You are inconveniently breathtaking.” His hand leaves my chin. His fingers trail along my cheek, sending tingles everywhere they touch, until they cup my jaw. “Your presence is louder than you think it is. I am living proof of how difficult it is to stand properly when you are near.”

"Listen to me carefully, Ivy. He did not destroy you. Look at yourself. You are sitting up. You are breathing. You are still here. You survived the worst thing a person can go through, and you are still standing." "But I am broken," I sobbed, covering my face again. "I look in the mirror and all I see is what they told me I am. Fat. Clumsy. A placeholder. A big mistake. What if I am too broken to fix, Ethan? What if I never feel normal again?"