Broken Person Quotes Novels & Stories

"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?"

“You don’t need to deal with this. You need to re...” “Don’t,” I cut in, my head snapping up to his. “Don’t you dare say it.” The word 'rest' sat there between us, ugly and familiar. The word people had used every time things got hard, or I’d been hurt, but worse of all, every time someone decided I was too fragile. “I’m not breaking,” I said. “I’m not made of glass, and I’m not going to be handled like I am.” Arthur opened his mouth again, but I kept going, the words spilling out before I lost my nerve.

I of course probably do. “No baby, no don't say that. You are human and you have feelings and a heart. Sadly that heart was broken by a dipshit. You have trauma that needs healing and I am so sorry I am the reason its coming up.. I promise I will help mend it.”

Mine. "You're not broken anymore," I said. My voice carried across the circle, strong despite the exhaustion I felt in my bones. "You were broken when your packs threw you away. When they looked at your scars and your missing pieces and decided you weren't worth keeping. But you're whole now. Here. With each other." Silence. They were all watching me deep concentration.

“It’s too exhausting to fight alone. The burden you bear may be too heavy for you. If you need someone to share your weight, I’ll be there to support you from behind.” “I know you’re hurt, and it’s oblivious of your expression. Everyone in the world deserves happiness. I know your cold and rude personality is just a shield to protect yourself, but please, I don’t want yourself any longer. You deserve to be happy.” “I will do my best as long as you are willing to try. You can have me as long as your small heart is willing to love me back.” “If a broken crayon can still color, then a broken heart can still love as well.”

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

Instead Brick grabbed one hand and Gretchen put her hand on my shoulder in support. “ I know I told you many times that I was broken. And I said it was wrong to be with you.” I gave a pathetic laugh as I thought about my last session. “ I recently learned that everything I thought about myself. Stuff that was beaten into me. Was wrong and broken. Not me. I had been told things that I truly believed. But it was all wrong. I don’t have all the answers yet. And I need more sessions. Like a lot. But I had a major eye-opening and I now know I’m not broken. At least not in the ways I thought.” I told them. “ Do you have anything you want to ask before I continue?” I asked since they haven’t said

"But it doesn't." "Then you're going to let him win." "There's no winning here, Tony. There's just... surviving." He was quiet for a long moment, then stood up and walked to the window overlooking his garden. "My father used to tell me that the only thing worse than being hurt is letting the person who hurt you think they broke you." "Maybe I am broken." "No." He turned back to me, his voice firm. "Broken people don't fight back. Broken people don't run. You're not broken, Lily. You're just... bent. And bent things can be straightened."

she bit out, her voice harsher than it had ever been, I knew it wasn’t directed at me but there was anger in her words, anger that needed an outlet. I placed my hand over hers gently caressing them, “I know Grace, but one day you’ll thank yourself for taking this time to rest. You need to let yourself heal sometimes rest is good.” “I know, but I just wish… I just wish I wasn’t broken.” “Don’t ever say that” my voice was firm and unwavering, and I bend down close to her, so she could see the sincerity in my eyes, “You are not broken. You are more whole than anyone I have ever met. There is so much life and spirit in you, you are incredible. And I know it’s hard, it will be really difficult at

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…”