Broken Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

Her education, her friendships, her own intrinsic qualities – these were the building blocks of her new identity, and they were entirely her own. She started to appreciate the quiet strength that had always resided within her, a strength she had attributed to Earnest's support. Now, in his absence, she saw that support had been an external prop, while the true foundation of her resilience was internal. She had navigated the complexities of university life, the anxieties of her academic pursuits, and the everyday challenges of adulthood with a quiet determination that had been there all along, waiting to be acknowledged. The breakup hadn't broken her; it had merely revealed the depth of her o

"I never would've thought things would get bad. Zac was perfect and... at the time, I was so happy with my life." All I wanted was to keep her happy and I knew she wasn't. For the first time since I've met her, I am in this moment seeing that she's been broken and bent into millions of pieces since she's been here. I always knew there was more to her. I knew something happened that hurt her but I would have never expected it to be this deep and life-altering.

" I will use my husband's.’ she responds, laughing from ear to ear. Her excitement for this marriage is clearly shown on her face. 'Okay then, with the authority vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife.’ the registerer exclaims after My wife and me exchange our rings. Some months later, Jessa’s POV I open the windows in my room as I inhale a large amount of air into my lungs. Indeed, fresh air is a great remedy for a broken person, a sign of a new start for a broken heart. It has been so many years since I last saw the once love of my life,so many years since I got my heart shattered for the second time. It has been a rough road for me. I have not been myself for these past years. I d

They pulled him back, restraining him and he cursed beneath his breath. "I did not even know when it happened but I did--" "I understand it now." She held her hand up for him to keep quiet, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "I see it all clearly, so clearly." It didn't look like she was seeing anything clearly though. Instead, it looked like she was seeing everything through pain-tinted lenses. "The first one I loved broke me, and my second chose me because I was broken." "That is not---" "I hate you so much."

With the speed the expression across her adorable face changes, it takes me by slight surprise. She frowns at me, grabbing me the collar of my shirt. “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You’re not broken, Vector. You’re hurt. Badly. It’s not like you asked for this. Sometimes life just loves to be a bitch and take us by surprise. But that doesn’t mean it’s always going to be like that. You’re going to be okay. It’s just going to take a bit more time. That’s all.” She holds my face with both her hands, kissing the tip of my nose. “Say it. Say you’re not broken. Say it out loud. I want to hear it.”

She frowned, finally opening her eyes to look at me. “You’re sad, mad. Why are you sad mad?” I nodded. She smiled just a little as she rolled her eyes. “Because I’m so broken that I can’t even make out with a hot guy that I want. He broke me that even as good as it felt making out the minute your hand touched my thigh, I was sucked into that nightmare.” she shook her head.

Even if you easily give up I don't care. "V please stop, I don't want to see you broken into pieces like me." I clench my fist. "Did you think I'm not broke now? I'm very broken. So why bother to stop I will give everything until I have something to give I will never stop." I kiss her forehead and step away from her and walk to her window. _________ Hanna"

she asked. Still, I said nothing. But this time… My fingers moved slightly. Quietly. Slipping into my bag. Finding my phone. And pressing record. I didn’t even know why I did it. Maybe instinct. Maybe something inside me still wanted proof. She stopped in front of me, her eyes scanning my face. “You know,” she continued, “this was easier than I thought.” My heart tightened slightly. But I kept my face calm. “You were already broken,” she added. “I just had to push a little.”

The sight of the mutated symbol carved around her, lines warped and hungry. She saw herself there—not as others told it later, but as it had been: shaking, furious, thinking *this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong*. “I broke an altar,” she said aloud, voice snatched and flung back by the wind. Not: *a goddess saved me*. Not: *a miracle happened*. *I broke it.* She remembered the feel of the crack in the circle under her fingers, the way she’d shoved her terror down into a hard, narrow channel and pushed. The ring of stone shattering. The howls. The smoke.

I walk through the front door and follow the sound of her sobs until I find her room. Her back is to me and she wears a tank top, my heart breaks as I can see finger print bruises on her shoulders. I say her name softly, "Cara?" She turns to me, tears still falling down her face. She is clutching her heart and says, "I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest. Do you know what's going on?" I nod slowly and she begs, "What is it? How can we make it stop?" I blink, surprised that she hasn't been able to figure it out and I say, "We can't make it stop... it's your mate bond breaking." She blinks, looking completely lost and confused and I elaborate, "Your mate bond is broken because...