Funny Quotes On Heartbreak Novels & Stories

Why does it always hurt? "It doesn't always hurt; sometimes it feels like heaven." He looks back at the sky, but I can sense from the tightness of his jawline that he is far away. "My mama also said good things don't last. There only come for a little while for you to enjoy them and know what it meant to have something." He turns and looks at me. "...or someone that special." I nod. I totally get the message. "So, what's your heartbreak story?"

Heartbreak usually comes in different ways. Sometimes, it’s you holding your heart out as it is gushing out with hot tears that is as thick as blood. Sometimes, it is you hurting inside without having enough words to speak outside. All just because everything hurts inside. It was not merry. It was nothing too far, too close. But I just wanted to get away. I was not heartbroken. At least not yet, but I could not say the same for the man I was staring at. The same man I had been staring at for two minutes, which had felt like the first two hours of my first life.

Those words sunk like a bullet into his heart. “I don’t… I don’t underst—” “What’s there to understand Marcus. We were just having fun. That’s all there was to it.” She said, getting up from the chair almost immediately. “I feel like you all just take stuff way too serious round here, like God. A single kiss and I can’t get a single minute of peace. I’m disappointed in you Marcus, I really thought you’d be more fun” she dusted her clothes like there was a blemish or something. There was literally nothing. “Ryan was definitely way more fun.”

“At full volume.” I gasped. “Wow. Rude.” “True.” I stuck my tongue out at him even though he couldn’t see. The room calmed again. Until he sighed… the sad type of sigh that makes your heart sit up. “She broke your heart, right?” I whispered. He didn’t answer. But he didn’t need to. I faced him. “You’ll be okay.” “I don’t feel okay.” “That’s normal,” I said softly. “Heartbreak feels like someone removed your battery.”

However, I had learned a painful lesson that people's hearts were a fickle lot, and it was rare to find anyone truly sincere about their feelings. "Give me some time, Brian," I said quietly. Brian nodded gently. "Alright. I'll wait." After getting home, I saw the long email that Queenie sent to me. Every word she wrote was full of remorse, saying that she regretted losing me as a close friend, and there was nothing else she could say to me aside from apologizing again and again. I stared at the email for a long time. Misty sighed and said, "A mistake is a mistake, and there's no use regretting it because nothing can be undone."

All I can do right now is cry and let myself grieve for the relationship I thought I had. That night, the three of us drank until we were drunk. We joked that we were "celebrating" the end of my heartbreak, but we ended up crying together too. I poured out all my anger and frustration about Theo, letting every painful feeling wash over me. Lily and Irene shared stories of their own first heartbreaks. They told me how they'd struggled, how they'd healed, how they'd moved on. Their advice was exactly what I needed to hear. We went through several bottles of beer, laughing and crying by turns. I had hoped that for just one night, I could forget the pain that Theo had caused me.

He says solemnly. “I’m sorry. I know you are being serious right now. But the only thing I can think of to say is ‘Do you have brain damage?’ and it’s hilarious because you kind of do,” I laugh again. This time an unattractive snort pops out and I cry laughing tears. “I’m sorry, I’m ok now.” I pinch my hurting side. “Eh hem. Ok. so. You want to break up. Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

It was true that Chasm hadn't spoken much to the group since he got there. "It's an expression. Like when we say that a guy has two left feet," Murry explained. "That's not a good way to explain it." Jazz shook her head, and Chasm had to agree. What did feet have to do with a broken heart? The feet and the heart were not even next to each other. -See? - Rhylent said. -I told you that they are completely nonsensical. – "I'll explain." Jazz turned to him. "When you love someone, and you think they're great, and they turn out to be a lying sack of shit." Jazz shrugged. "That's a broken heart, and you think you might die."

“You know what I missed most?” “What?” “Your voice notes. Even the unhinged ones.” I raise a brow. “Unhinged?” “You sent me one about how you felt personally betrayed by a soggy bag of plantain chips.” I burst out laughing. “Okay, that was a low moment.” “And one where you screamed into the mic for eleven seconds straight.” She reminded me. “That sounds like me.” I concurred. She grins and lifts her glass. “To surviving heartbreak, soggy snacks, and resort cocktails strong enough to erase an entire decade.”

“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.