Heart Break Quotes For Him Novels & Stories

And after being worn out and utterly shattered by my words, he let out a broken whisper, “Get out.” I smirked, still feeling the tingling sensation of pain in my heart, making me hurt and feel his pain which is intense but I will never break. I don’t love him, no need to find a way to fix our relationship because it doesn’t exist in the first place. “Can’t handle-”

just three letters buzz in his mind. Why did he fall in love at the first place? Why?? Why?? Dammit!! He kick hard furiously on the car. He storm towards his outhouse in great frustration and his burning heart. The soul reason is she. His darling, how can he hate her for that? He broke the ice cube in extreme pain of his broken heart before it started to beat for his darling. Ahhh...He screams in great pain and frustration as he broke it again bleeding his hands but it is nothing painful in front his heart ache. It is unbearable for him as he got the flashes of their togetherness. There hug. That smile of hers.

‘You are the best of me’ Such a nothing little thing and a sentence that isn’t all that deep, yet it’s the tipping point, and I finally cannot hold back the sheer love and devastation he’s causing me. “Oh my god, it’s so cute….. I l..ooo….veee….it.” The quote almost ends me, and this time, wailing the last words, the tears start falling, and I begin fast sniffing like a freak. Breaking down at the most random but cutest trinket ever because he had already lowered all defenses with the locket. And I have missed him so much that I felt like I was going crazy this past three weeks to the point of unraveling. It’s all his fault for sweeping in here all handsome and sweet and kissing me like that

Took a deep breath in and exhaled. Why does my heart suddenly feels heavy? He plays again, "It's been a long time since I felt the way that I do now like I need you but I dont know how..." My heart beats faster now. Benedict's eyes looks back at me while be sings for me soulfully. "It's been a while since I smiled and I meant it from my heart but the idea of leaving this behind. It tears me apart.." He looks away. "If this is love, why does it break me down? Why do you break me down?"

Can life be any better? "Take care of yourself. Remember that I love you and I'll always do." He tells me. This isn't what I am expecting to hear from him. I feel the remaining pieces of my heart shattering into shreds because of how my chest is hurting so badly. I almost burst into tears again as I look back at his cute face. I can see the worry etch on his face. And the sadness. He is finding it hard to let go. But I hate him for doing this to me.

His face was tired, his eyes filled with hurt I had caused. "I never meant to hurt you," I whispered. "But you did," he said gently. "And I don’t know how much more I can take." My heart ached. I reached out, but he didn’t move. It was my fault. And the truth hit me hard—I might lose him forever. Because love, no matter how deep, can’t survive on half-promises and mixed signals. Tears slipped down my cheeks, slow at first, then faster. I couldn’t stop them. I didn’t even try. My chest felt tight, like something inside had cracked open and spilled everything I’d been holding in.

She placed the folded shirt aside and walked over, laying beside him like he was still her little boy, scraped and stubborn. “I know you’re hurting, baby,” she said softly, brushing a hand through his hair. “And I know nothing I say can bring him back. But you’re still here. And that means something. It means we still get to love you. We still get to see you smile… someday.” Tears burned behind his eyes, and he bit his lip until the taste of blood reminded him he could feel. “You’re still our boy. A broken heart can still beat, baby. It just needs time and a little help.”

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

“It’s funny, isn’t it? How matters of the heart can break even the strongest.” I studied him. “You’ve been heartbroken before?” “Who hasn’t?” he said. “Mine was when I was young. It made me harder than I wanted to be.” He said it like he wasn’t sharing pain but a fact. I nodded slowly. “You didn’t ask why I was crying.” “I didn’t need to.” He leaned back, his eyes thoughtful. “It’s written all over you. That kind of ache only comes from one place.” We sat in the quiet. I twisted the hem of my sleeve until the fabric thinned.

He said those words to me many moons ago, but I still hear it as if he just said it earlier. I knew after that we could never have what we used to have. The accident broke him, and in return, he was breaking me. But as absurd as this might be, I couldn’t lie to myself. I knew despite all the heartaches and the tears I shed for him, he was still the only one my heart was craving for.