Feel Broken Quotes Novels & Stories

“Josh loved you both so much. He spent his last moments telling you that. Telling you to be happy.” “How can I be happy? How can I ever be happy again without him?” “I don’t know. But you have to try. For your son. For Josh’s memory.” “I can’t. I can’t do this without him.” “You can. You’re the strongest person I know.” “I’m not strong. I’m broken. I’ve always been broken.” I was sobbing so hard now I could barely speak. “And now I’m shattered. Completely shattered. And I don’t know how to put the pieces back together.”

Layered. “I am not an empty vessel,” I said, standing in the illusion. “I am not a cup for the moon to pour into and pour out of. I am a person. I chose this bond.” I reached up and touched the mirror. “Break,” I said. It did. The glass shattered without cutting me, dissolving into harmless light that rained down and then evaporated. The elders vanished. The temple peeled away. The Veil’s half-light replaced it, the serpent’s presence shriveling like a slug dashed with salt.

"Celly, I don't know what to do or say. I don't know how you feel. I want to make it better but you have to tell me what you need." "Just hold me Car." She said softly. "Hold me together so I stop shattering." "Shattering?" I asked. She nodded against my chest and said, "Yeah. I feel like glass and I'm slowly shattering into a million pieces." I held her tighter. "I've got you Celly. I'll hold you together." I whispered over and over. I felt Celly relax in my arms. "I love you so much Celly." I kissed her forehead. 'Eckley, this is what she means when she says she's broken. How do we fix this?'

And filled with love. I broke down in sobs of realization.

With the speed the expression across her adorable face changes, it takes me by slight surprise. She frowns at me, grabbing me the collar of my shirt. “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You’re not broken, Vector. You’re hurt. Badly. It’s not like you asked for this. Sometimes life just loves to be a bitch and take us by surprise. But that doesn’t mean it’s always going to be like that. You’re going to be okay. It’s just going to take a bit more time. That’s all.” She holds my face with both her hands, kissing the tip of my nose. “Say it. Say you’re not broken. Say it out loud. I want to hear it.”

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

Jazzen's words pierced through me, leaving me devastated and broken. I couldn't comprehend how everything had turned so sour. The person I had cared for and believed in had turned against me, believing the lies and accusations thrown my way. I felt the weight of his rejection and the pain of his kick, both physical and emotional. With tears streaming down my face, I realized that my hopes and dreams had been shattered. The love I had held onto had crumbled before my eyes, leaving me with a profound sense of loss and despair.

Nothing violent or possessive. Just tender. Real. I pulled back. Gasping. Crying harder. "I'm sorry. I can't. I want to but I can't." "It's okay. We have time." "Do we? People keep trying to kill us. Time isn't guaranteed." "Then we make the most of what we have." He wiped my tears with his thumb. The gesture so simple. So kind. "I'm broken," I said. "Flynn broke something in me I don't know how to fix."

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai