Romans & histoires Feel Broken Quotes

"You said you were lost. I understand that. All of a sudden several negative things came into your life that abruptly took you out of the comfort zone you had built. >> You feel lost and hurt by everything that has happened. However, none of it has brought you down." "With everything that's happened, I feel like I'm breaking into many pieces that will soon disappear. Just like my family." "We break when something overtakes us and we have no solution but to break to rest a little. It's okay to break sometimes, because through those wounds we can also breathe. >> And if at some point, from so many cracks you find it difficult to continue. You will have me to give you all the glue you need to j

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry—so sorry…” I screamed into his chest, clawing at his arms, shaking violently as the pain crushed me. My whole soul cracked open, bleeding into the cold room. “It’s gone! My baby—my baby is gone!” He held me tighter, but it didn’t stop the truth from slicing me apart. I pushed against him, hitting his chest weakly, my cries louder with every word. “Why me? Why always me? Why everything I love gets destroyed?” Zack’s tears fell onto my hair. His arms trembled around me. “I’ll fix it—I’ll do anything—I’ll give you everything, just don’t break, please don’t break…”

Ohhh" she replied. "Take your time, I just want you to know that I like you very much, and I want you very much" "You also want to marry me, make me the mother of your kids? " Yes, can I propose now? Her beautiful eyes were amused. ________________________________________ Hurting myself was what I do Best, lingering on broken memories. What's broken is broken. It can't be fixed. Still my heart felt used. Fekit discarded, even hurting her hurts me more than it should.

Her breath caught. “But breaking doesn’t always mean ending,” I continued, my voice gentler now, steadier as I managed to sniff in my snort. “Sometimes it just means we come back… differently.” She stared at me like she was trying to hold onto every word, like they might slip away if she didn’t. “There’s a saying,” I added, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb lingering there for just a second, “pieces broken beyond repair that come back together can’t be broken again.”

People don't hate ghosts. Our time together was pretty short, but it was also the best time of my life. Now that you're gone, I feel empty. Without you, I feel broke like half a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel like a torn sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song. You broke my heart, but I still love you with all the pieces and I'll always do. Take good care of yourself. Love,

“You’re not stupid. Seeking a break from emotional pain is not stupid. It’s not crazy. I don’t need to know how broken that made you feel, but I want you to know that you’re more than this. You’re more than the pain you feel or want to feel.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are. You’re more…”

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

“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?”