Dream Meaning Of Broken Glass Novels & Stories

I couldn’t take my eyes off the broken reflection staring back at me, fractured and distorted. A shiver ran down my spine. “No… no, no, no,” I muttered under my breath, hugging the cake tighter. “That’s a bad sign. That’s not good.” Broken mirrors meant bad luck. My mother used to whisper it like a curse when I was a kid. And the way this one had cracked, splitting me into a dozen different faces staring back, I felt it in my bones. Something terrible was about to happen. I shook my head fast, forcing the thought away. “Stop it. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just glass. Just bad balance. That’s all.”

I growl, but pick up the glass, "yeah, yeah, I have no choice, it'd be nice for my fated to just drop out of the sky and slam into me." Steve clinks his glass to mine, then Chris, "may the goddess bless you tomorrow," he downs his drink and slams it down on my desk. I down my own and slam my glass down and it shatters, I grown, "yeah, just like my life right now, shattered pieces," I frown as I grab the trash can and swipe the broken pieces into it. I hear Steve chuckle, "Bro, you're priceless, giving up all hope of a miracle." He slaps my back, "see you in the morning sunshine, I have a mate to get home too."

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

The last reason for me to live had been burned to ashes and now there was nothing left for me to hold on. The crystalline vase I accidentally knocked down lay scattered at my feet. My tears stricken eyes lingered on the beautiful piece of broken crystal. It once stood proud and worthy of praise but now there's nothing left of it except the ugly clutter of broken crystals. Poor thing, I have destroyed yet another beautiful work of art… Darkness invaded my mind. Abruptly, before I even realized what I'm doing, I was already clutching a dagger-sharp glass tightly around my fingers, ready to slice the weapon on my wrists.

The memory of her being taken from me cuts deep, a wound that time has failed to fully heal. My grip tightens around the glass, knuckles straining against the pressure, as the image of the monster responsible for taking her away flashes vividly in my mind. Anguish surges through me, threatening to crush me under its weight, and I feel the glass buckle beneath my grasp. I glance towards the bed, and in an instant, the glasses shatter into a million pieces, jolting Amelia awake. She quickly fumbles for the bedside lamp, casting the room into light as she scans the surroundings, her baby blue eyes wide with alarm.

she said as she got up. Pracckkk... Unconsciously, she had dropped the glass on her lap, causing it to shatter on the floor. "Oh my..." Amanda was surprised. Maelie was stunned, looking at the floor littered with broken glass. "Uh, sis..." Amanda pushed Maelie aside. "Let me clean this up." Maelie stepped aside with her empty gaze, instantly thinking of Erland again, worried if the broken glass was a bad omen. 'Oh God, please... Whatever happens, give us the best solution to our problems, always protect my husband,' she thought with teary eyes.

Not once did he look back to see if I was chasing after him, he just slammed the door on his way out and left me to drown in my tears. Frustrated, I let out a pained cry before falling to the ground. My scream hadn't been loud enough to shatter glasses, yet every glassware in the room including the windows were reduced to pieces. I crawled onto the bed fearing that we were under attack, but just like they broke apart, they reconstructed themselves into perfection once more.

The room embody the pain and longing that consume me, a reminder of what once was but could never be again. With every ounce of strength I have left, I drag myself to a nearby window, my weary body sinking onto a tattered armchair. Gazing outside, raindrops tap against the glass, creating an ethereal melody that only deepen my sense of loss. The damage I have caused might not be healing my wounds. The physical destruction could never mend the emotional devastation that lay within me. Mia's absence remain a constant ache in my heart, and no amount of shattered glass or thrown objects could change that.

’ when his memory of that snowy night blends in his mind, sighing heavily with his groans he throws the glass against the wall and breaks scattering as his annoyance and dumb thoughts converge. Diane stopped in front of the door as she swallowing before she closed her eyes and lick her lips slowly by biting her lips heard the sound of glass breaking from inside the room, this just means the bad sign he got of her explanation ....

I gasp; Gideon has to jump backwards to stop the glass from breaking over his feet, we’re both watching the glass bottles shatter and splinter into the dirt. “Well, I’m going to say Dutton and Winston are right about the drink.” GIdeon says with disgust; he doesn’t say anything else as he steps over the broken glass and heaves himself into the van. I don’t move closer until he’s got his back to me and I can tiptoe over the glass without looking like some dainty little girl. I have boots on but the amount of glass still makes me nervous. At the Acadmey, there's a literal pit of glass that I’ve seen girls as young as ten throw grown men into, the screams that come from those men haunt my night