Broken Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

People who'd accepted her when she had nothing, who'd helped her become who she was meant to be. "When I came to Nightshade," she began, her voice shaking but growing stronger, "I didn't think I'd ever feel whole again. I thought being rejected meant I was broken forever. But you all showed me something different. You showed me that my worth wasn't determined by someone else's inability to see it."

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.

⸻ Twice. Stronger. ⸻ Almost— angry. ⸻ “I said no.” ⸻ Her voice didn’t shake. ⸻ Didn’t break. ⸻ Didn’t bend. ⸻ And then— ⸻ she pulled back. ⸻ Not physically. ⸻ Mentally. ⸻ Breaking the connection. ⸻ Forcefully. ⸻ Pain shot through her— sharp— burning— intense— ⸻

He once again broke her and made her we, just like he had always did. T B C

But I will be. We passed a row of parked trucks. I leaned on one, blocking his way. Out loud, I said, “You look like hell.” “Thanks,” he said. In the mind-link, I let the laughter drop. You know I had to push her, I told him. See what kind of hurt we’re dealing with. And? he asked. I met his eyes. “She’s broken,” I said, voice simple. “Not rotten. I’d bet my wolf on her.”