Broken Person Quotes Novels & Stories

"Red, that is funny. Your optimism is cute, but so misplaced. Some things get too broken for repair. You have no idea what it's like to have seen what we've seen. To have endured. And, for some, live with the physical results daily." "You might have suffered a fall and cracked like Humpty Dumpty, but you can glue some parts back together and go on." "Did you just compare me to an egg?" "She did," Ben snickered. "It might not have been my best analogy, but the meaning is unchanged. You're broken, but that doesn't mean you can't pull the undamaged parts of yourself together and live a full life."

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

As the evening breeze drifted through the open windows, his eyes seemed to sparkle. I suddenly remembered a line from that letter I'd so carelessly dismissed: "Love happens in this world Like the gentle clink of ice in a glass, Like summer's sweet tea on a perfect day."

"What's the point of fighting if I lose everything anyway?" Alexander moved closer. "The point is you don't let them break you. You don't give them that satisfaction." "I'm already broken." "No." His voice was firm. "You're tired. You're scared. But you're not broken." "How do you know?" "Because broken people don't fight back. And you're still fighting." I wanted to believe him. But I felt shattered into pieces I couldn't put back together. My phone rang again. Adrian. I almost didn't answer.

"Then the ocean took it. For decades, it tumbled in the dark and the cold, getting smashed against rocks, ground against sand. All that violence… smoothed it out. Made it soft. Made it beautiful. Gave it a new purpose. Now it’s not trash. It’s a treasure. It tells a story the bottle never could." A girl in the front row, her hair a vibrant shade of purple, was actually watching me. "So, like, we're all just garbage getting polished?" she called out, not unkindly. The room tittered. I smiled. "In a way. I think we're all getting broken, one way or another. By choices, by loss, by things outside our control. The question isn't whether you'll get broken. The question is what you let the breakin

The place was near the woods so it was almost an isolated place. “Give me a chance to mend your broken heart.You know why hearts broke so that someone can mend it. If I'm not a bad person then give me a chance to mend your heart. I like you, and trust me I won't break your heart. If I ever do then you can kill me with your bare hands.”

Kael Draven did not answer my son for a long moment. I watched a man who'd commanded a continent search for words to a four-year-old and come up empty. "I'm not broken," he said at last. "I'm careful. There's a difference." "No there isn't," Luca said, with the devastating certainty of the very young and the very ill. "Careful is what broken people call it." Then he closed his eyes, exhausted by the sentence, and the heart monitor stuttered, and every doctor in the room moved at once, and the conversation was over.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

That was not nice. Not at all. “I just—” I stuttered, the words spilling out. “I don’t let myself break. Not at all. If I break, who’s going to put me back together?” He gently took my hand. "Sometimes, you have to let yourself break down." “I don't have that luxury.” He was silent for an instant. Then, so softly that I could hardly discern it, he whispered, “She'd have a lot to say. If she were to know about as much as you're carrying.”

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.