Deep Quotes Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

Like something in him had given up. Like I had become too heavy to carry. I remember the way my coffee went cold. The sound of my heart breaking wasn’t loud. It was silent. Just a small, soft crack somewhere deep inside. And now, the one person who saw me at my worst is gone. And all I have left is this ache. This space in my chest that used to be filled with hope. I thought he was forever. But maybe forever just means “until you’re too broken to love.” Just when I’m about to give in — when I start wondering if maybe it would be easier to let go and sink beneath the water forever — my phone starts ringing.

Love is not like that. At least not my definition of love. I stayed with you for 17 years, Anirudh . Now I can not do it anymore. Everytime my decisions were taken by someone else but today I am making my own decision. I am ending my misery. I am no longer a puppet of yours. I am no longer a prisoner. I am free. I am finally free. Move away Anirudh the car will blast any moment and most importantly it is not your love that broke me. I am broken by the love of my own. My love broke me completely.

His apology now was nothing more than a shallow feeling of guilt, and I did not need that. What I wanted was to be with someone who loved me unconditionally. Someone whose entire world revolved around me. I pulled my hand away from his. "Not a chance! Let’s just get a divorce. Even without Megan, we would’ve ended up here eventually," I said coldly. “Is there really no chance for us? Please Cat...” He looked at me with wounded eyes. "Can’t we start over? Just give me one more chance." "That’s impossible, Matthew. Don’t try to act all loving and caring—it doesn’t work on me anymore."

Yourself, body and soul. A broken heart loves deeper once mended. A mended heart knows real love is worth the price of shattering once more

Yes? Julia: Yes, the hopeless feeling. In a room scattered with documents stood a girl with her head down. Despair filled her eyes, two, three, four... Six pills swallowed. Sent with an alcohol drop. She ...falls into a deep sleep Somewhere in her mind: The Fall-out. After a heated argument, words said that can't be taken back. Hearts left on the lifeline. Unfortunately, there is no medicine to heal a broken heart says the doctor. One tear escapes wiped off quickly.

Burning from the cracks of pain slicing through me. I don’t think anyone can completely explain the deep bruising feeling of that word itself. The gaping hole that throbs in your chest right where your trust used to be. Until you feel like it will never be mended again. When someone betrays you, they figuratively tear out the trust you gave them, so viciously that there’s surface damage way deeper than one can heal, and it threatens to permanently settle there.

And where he probably is now. I shift to the next page. "Like a punch to a mirror, my heart is shattered. Betrayed and stabbed in the back, it was merely deceit. I am a broken man who can never be fixed. I showed him what it means to be loved, and he showed me why he had never had it."

Why did you make me fall for you so deeply if you were just going to give me up for some lie? "You made me fall for the biggest lie ever. Why? Wasn't everything you did to me enough? Did you have to break my heart completely and complete your trophy? I bet you did. You never do anything halfway don't you? It's like your motto." " I hope you're happy now. You've broken me forever and there's nothing I can do to change myself or stop myself from feeling what I feel for you which is the most desperate and pathetic love wrapped on in a fuming blanket of endless fury and hatred.

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

Evelyn's POV Despite how much I didn't want to admit it… I was broken. The light at the end of that dark tunnel did nothing but illuminate the pieces of a shattered heart and the deep fractures in my soul that nothing could ever stitch back together. It made me think about the art of Kintsugi, and how imperfections of broken items were embraced… Yet, I didn't believe there was anything about me that deserved that kind of reverence and care. As I walked down the side of the road, trembling from all the sadness and stress, I couldn't help but think about how my marriage had been built on lies and deception from the start.