I Am Broken Quotes Novels & Stories

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

Monique "I'm not broken," I said quietly, the words escaping my lips like a confession I wasn’t sure I believed. I wanted to... God, I wanted to. Because what is a broken person, really? Is it someone who cries at night and hides it in the morning? Someone who gives their heart to someone and watches them shatter it without warning? If so, maybe I was broken. But I didn’t want to be. “I know you’re not,” Marcus said gently, his voice solid and sure.

- Caitlin Cooper ************************************ The line from this quote "when you're broken you need to be reborn" resembles me so much. I was broken to the extent that I was not even seeing the positive light in my life. I did not know how to save myself from the damage that was done to me; I could not even see the shore to survive or land; I was too into the depth of the water to be saved. The only person that can keep myself from going insane was only me; Only. Me. I. was the only one now who can rescue myself from the detriment I was going to foist upon myself. Throughout my life while growing up I only heard people saying "I'm suffering so much or I'm in pain" but I only understo

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

Coated my cheeks in a sheet of moisture. But the laughing didn't stop. "I really am fucking broken, aren't I?" I asked through my fits. Bellamy shook his head. "Broken doesn't mean unfixable. We will get through this. Whatever you need, I will be here. Even if you don't tell him about me-" Another choked maniacal laugh rumbled into being between us. I couldn't help it.

My hand came up to cover my mouth as I bent forward slightly, shoulders trembling. “Damn it…” I choked out. The tears came anyway. Hot. Unwanted. Unstoppable. And I failed trying to hold them back. Tried to breathe through it. But the ache in my chest only grew heavier, suffocating, like something was crushing me from the inside. “I don’t even…” I shook my head, voice breaking. “I don’t even have a right…” Another broken laugh slipped out. “Look at you, Ethan,” I whispered harshly to myself. “Pathetic.”

"Listen to me carefully, Ivy. He did not destroy you. Look at yourself. You are sitting up. You are breathing. You are still here. You survived the worst thing a person can go through, and you are still standing." "But I am broken," I sobbed, covering my face again. "I look in the mirror and all I see is what they told me I am. Fat. Clumsy. A placeholder. A big mistake. What if I am too broken to fix, Ethan? What if I never feel normal again?"