Feel Broken Quotes Novels & Stories

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

Here I have no worries, I can let go of everything. "You left me broken" My words quiet, waiting for his reply, he doesn't he just stays quiet. "When you left, and didn't come back you broke me, and I hated you. You told me you would never leave me broken and you did, even when you got back you left me broke, and I still am" I am broken, everything that lingers in my mind, would have been solved so long ago.

Why am I so utterly miserable? ​The street stretched endlessly before her, every step she took only heightening her sense of alienation and emptiness. Her tear-filled eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds as she wrapped her arms around her trembling frame, trying to grant herself a false warmth. But the shivering came from within—from the deepest recess of her broken soul. She no longer knew who she was or where she belonged now that the illusion she had spent years building had shattered.

I don't know how to explain it, but I usually don't sit well with everything. "I understand the feeling. You are probably broken. I'm so sorry. But there's no need to feel that way. I'm here now.”

The windows allowed natural light to pour in which provided a warm glow to the room during day time. Then the remaining walls were painted with warm peach color and adorned with frames having some of the best quotes of all time. Claire's favorite one of all was, "So you are shattered?! It's okay. Every shattered piece can be made whole again. Just give it a little effort and attention." She felt that this quote was portraying her life condition. She had the broken pieces of her life collected in her palms and by jumping into the field of career, she was attempting to rebuild it again.

she added. Broken, but learning from their failures.

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.

I deleted it, my finger jabbing at the backspace button with a frantic, desperate energy. I tried again. I heard you’re in the hospital. I hope you’re okay. No. That was too cold. Too distant. He would think I didn’t care. I took a deep, shuddering breath, my tears now falling freely, hot and silent on my cheeks. I had to find the right words. The words that would say, “I’m still broken, and I can’t fix you, but I see you. I see your pain, and it matters to me.”

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

It was my heart. Shattered. Broken. Beyond repair. And I didn't know how to fix it.