Feel Broken Quotes Novels & Stories

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

When trust is broken, it's as if the ground gives way beneath our feet, leaving us in an abyss of disillusionment and pain. We believe in someone's words, we entrust our deepest feelings, hopes, and dreams into this silent promise of fidelity and integrity. But when that promise is shattered, it feels like a hurricane has devastated our emotional world. The pain is overwhelming, tears well up in our eyes, and the sense of betrayal suffocates us. Broken trust is like a mirror that shatters into a thousand sharp pieces. Each fragment represents a piece of our broken heart, and each wound becomes a vivid reminder of the betrayal. Those who were once loved and cherished suddenly become strangers

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

" I dropped to my knees, desperately pleading with Zach. The glass shards dug into my skin, and blood started to trickle down. But that small flame touched Shawn's drawing and it quickly went up in flames. I screamed and lunged for the drawing, but it was too late. The fire was too fierce, and the drawing turned to ashes in no time. I sat among the glass shards, letting them cut into my skin as I held the ashes. "It's gone. Everything's gone… Shawn's last drawing is gone, too…" "Shawn, I'm so sorry." I whispered to myself.

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

As the evening breeze drifted through the open windows, his eyes seemed to sparkle. I suddenly remembered a line from that letter I'd so carelessly dismissed: "Love happens in this world Like the gentle clink of ice in a glass, Like summer's sweet tea on a perfect day."

Apologize immediately, or I'm taking him to a hotel. The absurd accusation made me scoff bitterly. "What about you? Did you forget you ran out of the bathroom, soaking wet, just to take a phone call?" My words triggered Sophia's memory, yet she stubbornly held onto her stance. "Then, you should've cleaned it up instead of... Wait, you're bleeding." When I felt something sticky between my fingers, I looked down and saw blood trickling down my arm. Sophia stepped closer to inspect my injury, but Adrian suddenly groaned in exaggerated pain. "My ankle really hurts, Soph. I might've broken it. It hurts so much..."

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

“Don’t touch me. You promised.” It felt like my chest had been ripped open. Each breath cut like glass, betrayal pressing down on me until even standing upright felt like an act of war. Memories of laughter, whispered vows, and nights tangled together stabbed me from within. The silence between us roared, and in it, the truth hit me like a blade: love wasn’t lost—it was broken, shattered into pieces that would never fit back together. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered again and again, the word sorry spilling from him like a prayer. His eyes looked haunted, like he needed me but didn’t know how to say it.