Feeling Broken Quotes Novels & Stories

Neerah “No one likes broken things. Why should I use one to help make something nice?” Rayah looks depressed. But one only needs to look into her eyes to see the sparkle of meanness shining brightly. Oh, so I am the broken thing? I felt the insult particularly because I feel like I am broken too. Just not as often as before. And having someone say it to my face hits differently. “Yet some things just need to be broken to be of use” I retorted.

Lucian's Pov I felt shattered, broken into a million pieces by the fear of losing Naomi. It was a weight that kept crushing me, a constant ache that echoed through every waking moment. For the first time in my life, I felt broken and shattered. It's not the usual emptiness that Alexander's presence used to leave me with.

Because who would love a broken girl with scars? As I sat behind the closed door, I could hear Orion's gentle pleas on the other side, his voice filled with concern and love. But despite his comforting words, a deep sense of emptiness lingered within me, a hollow ache that seemed to consume my very soul. "He's just pretending," they sneered, their voices growing louder with each passing moment. "No one could ever love someone as broken as you." Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to silence the relentless onslaught of negativity. I felt like a prisoner in my mind, trapped in a never-ending cycle of self-doubt and despair.

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.”

"What..." "Just fuck you! Fuck you for making my life miserable! Fuck you for... getting the only woman I loved in that kind of situation! Fuck you because... you are the reason she's gone now!" His screams chilled me. I felt something hit my heart. I felt like I had lost myself. I felt like I was stuck in darkness. I felt numb and... broken at the same time.

"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

He did all that for a bet. I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself breaking. His words still cutting deep into my heart. Trying to cut my heart out. His words were still ringing in my ears. Besides that, I could also listen to my last piece of the heart being shattered. My trust came after that. I felt suffocated sitting in here. I needed some fresh air. "Say something," Damien said cutting the silence. I looked down not able to look up. I cannot. Not anymore.

If it was a gold star, then she had failed because they weren't stamped all over. Her teacher Mrs Peterson was heart broken for the small, innocent little girl. So much so that by the end of school year, she had broken down into tears over the kind of life she was being forced to live, as her husband, held, and rocked her gently, trying to soothe her distress. As at when Sara would turn 8, Michael was hurt and sad that she never got to see his little girl, her first cry, her first steps were taken in his absence and even the first day of school,all the moments he ever craved.

Everything seemed to come back to my mind again. I don’t know what I should do. I’m confused, scared with what I might learn. I’m scared that what I’m about to learn will break me more into pieces. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fed up of being weak and how I always need to fix my broken self. If only… If only he loves me… I’ll be able to at least accept everything.

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.