Novel & Cerita Broken Things Jodi Picoult

It was as if he was trying to eliminate her very existence and the memory of their life together completely. By then, she'd given up caring anyway. Her heart had frozen inside her as she went from disbelief to wondering if he was suffering some kind of mental break. It was hard for her to accept even then that he was no longer the boy she knew. She'd run the gamut of every emotion known to man in those few weeks it had taken them to destroy her. Ten years disintegrated in a matter of seconds, and in the end, she had nothing to show for her sacrifice.

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."

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

and James and I looked at each other over her head and didn’t need words because we both knew it was true. On the drive home Lily fell asleep in the backseat with her rocks clutched to her chest and James reached over and took my hand without looking and I let him because my hand fit in his like it was made for that, and I thought about the word durable again, the word Dr. Kemi used, and I thought maybe durable didn’t mean unbreakable, maybe durable meant breakable and still here, cracked and still standing, scarred and still soft.

Chapter 19: The Breaking Point And that was the moment I shattered. No warning. Just slow, silent, brutal heartbreak. I couldn’t reply. My hands turned cold. Travis said nothing. No denial. Not even a glance. I was done. That night, when I finally got home, I collapsed onto my bed like a broken doll. Mama came rushing in, worried sick. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked. The driver had called her—he thought I was sick because I didn’t stop crying the entire ride.

he said, lifting my wrist adorned with a thin business watch. "It suits you even better than I imagined." The right hand of the man who had signed countless merger deals trembled slightly from nervousness. "If you don't want to wear it on your ring finger, you can wear it on a necklace first," Albert added cautiously. I shook my head with a smile, about to let him slide the ring onto my finger, when a deafening crack of breaking tempered glass cut me off. Shards sparkled through the air as Jeff burst in like an untamed beast.

I'd stood there staring at it for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes while something inside me finally broke, not broken like shattered but broken like a dam giving way. I'd spent two months being terrorized and before that I'd spent my entire life trying to be good enough and strong enough and worthy enough while surviving my mate's rejection and my pack's judgment and moving to a new territory where everyone believed lies about me. Just when I thought they couldn't sink any lower, they proved me wrong. When they shattered Dad's photo and tore his face in half, leaving it on the floor like garbage for me to find, something inside me finally snapped.

she asked. “Because you were the most honest thing I’d ever seen. You were alone in your apartment where nobody was watching, and you still didn’t let yourself cry. You still held yourself like you were being observed. You were so careful, even when you thought nobody was looking.” He took the photograph from her hand. “I wanted to understand how someone becomes that broken.” “By surviving things that should have killed them,” she said quietly. “Yes.”

"Deanna, what did you just say? "Didn’t you say before that this child was the treasure your whole family had been waiting for? That I was a hero to your family? That you’d treat me well for the rest of your life? How can you turn on me like this?!" "That was before!" Deanna screamed, her voice breaking. "Look at the situation now! My company is being destroyed. Your family is collapsing. I’m not going down with you! We’re breaking up right now. Stop clinging to me!"