Heart Break Quotes For Him Novels & Stories

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

Andien wasn't even sure she had a reason to. "I'm worried about being tempted and hurt again, Hanna," Andien replied, provoking a grin from Hanna. "Do you still love him?" Hanna asked curiously. "Kenan is not an ordinary man. Who couldn't be attracted to him and fall in love with him? I'm certainly not immune to his charms. I'm afraid it's not Kenan I can conquer, it's me who gets hurt again," Andien replied weakly. "What are you going to do then?"

"You can’t fix me.” “Too bad,” he shot back with a grin. “Life doesn’t give us the luxury of asking for anything.” I hated the way my heart skipped at his words. But I wasn’t going to admit it,though. I wasn't that stupid. And I was so damn sick of it. I shut my eyes and I tried to block the flood of emotions in my chest. “You don’t even know me.” His breath shuddered like he was fighting something. “You’re right. I don’t. But I do know what you’re running from.”

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

I asked him weakly. “Why now?” He finally looked at me. I felt tingling sensation all over my body but I sighed deeply trying to calm my heartbeats. “I never stop loving you Jessica.” He said closing his eyes. When he opened them again, they were wet. I hate to see tears in his eyes, I just can't get used to that! “You broke me.” I said feeling tears in my eyes. “I broke myself too.” He said with shaky voice. We were quiet after that. I wanted to talk to him but I couldn't. I think he was thinking the same. It was awkward, intense air was in my room and you could hear our heartbeats clearly like you listen that perfect symphony.

It was bittersweet laughter, a release of emotions that had been building up for far too long. "You have me now." He whispered softly, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "And I promise to love and protect you, no matter what curveballs life throws our way. We'll face them together, and I'll always be here for you." His words brought a glimmer of hope to my heart, but tugging again after being hurt so many times was a daunting task.

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. “You’re still our boy. A broken heart can still beat, baby. It just needs time and a little help.”

Everything hurts, even though he didn't remember feeling anything before meeting her. He thinks of the last thing she said to him: "She didn't love me." He wishes she had told him sooner. He wants to hit something, but what? His fists are clenched so tightly that he can feel the bones of his knuckles cracking together. His heart is broken into a thousand pieces. He just wanted her to say those words, to tell him they still belong to each other. It doesn't matter that he lost it all; she is all that matters.

I answered without wasting any time. He chuckled. “That's the most foolish thing I've heard today aside him claiming that you're his wife,” He chuckled again and I furrowed my brows, looking at him. “You shouldn't love people with all your heart.” I frowned. “Why not?” “Because they will break your heart.” “And what do you know about heartbreak?” I asked, causing him to laugh this time around. “Trust me, I know a lot,” He smirked. “I know too much and I can tell you that Easton isn't the right one for you. He will break your heart.”

“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.