Famous Poems About Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th

Somewhere beyond those waves was a world that now knew my most private pain, that had turned my marriage into a cautionary tale and my pregnancy into a plot device. Blake had promised to protect me. Instead, he'd made me famous. And fame, I was learning, was just another kind of prison—one with invisible bars made of judgment and speculation, where millions of strangers felt entitled to opinions about choices they'd never had to make. Tomorrow there would be more coverage, more analysis, more photos of me looking either victimized or calculating. Tonight, I was still trapped in a mansion overlooking the ocean, still pregnant with a child who would grow up knowing their mother's pain had been

With my baby's ashes in tow, I saw breathtaking landscapes I'd never witnessed before. It wasn't until George Halloway, a photography enthusiast, approached me that I broke out of my silence. "Is that someone you lost?" he asked gently. "You look heartbroken." He handed me a photo he had just taken. In it, I was sitting with the urn in my arms, gazing into the distance. I forced a faint smile. "That's… my unborn child."

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

He was gone forever. I let my heart shatter, let the tears pour until they ran out, and then I vowed never to let it happen again. Never would I let myself get lost in someone. Never would I let my heart lead me because if I did, then I would risk losing someone else I cared about. *Present*

I exhaled through my noes, trying to collect my thoughts and feelings that felt like they were all over the place. I licked my lips, "Loving someone hurts. We're all shaped by some incredible sadness, by a part of our past that still and may always hurt. Not being with you is what hurts, Tiffany. You're like broken glass, I'll still touch you knowing I may get hurt but I'm not worried about that." Tiffany sighed deeply, her head resting on me still, "Being away from you has taught me that I much rather risk getting hurt than risk losing you by staying away."

From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. Love is in your heart, Love is in your mind. Love doesn't discriminate, Love is always blind. ....

If love were really that simple, why would there be so many classics celebrating it? Isn't it precisely because it's rare that it's worth celebrating? Nestor continued listing his mistakes. "My biggest mistake was not understanding my own heart," Nestor gazed deeply at Selina, his eyes sincere and passionate. "I shouldn't have made you suffer so much because I was unwilling to face my own feelings." With these words, Nestor finally relaxed completely. Like a heavy stone that had been hanging over his heart had finally fallen, no longer threatening to drop at any moment.