I Am Broken Quotes Novels & Stories

I don't know how to explain it, but I usually don't sit well with everything. "I understand the feeling. You are probably broken. I'm so sorry. But there's no need to feel that way. I'm here now.”

"Red, that is funny. Your optimism is cute, but so misplaced. Some things get too broken for repair. You have no idea what it's like to have seen what we've seen. To have endured. And, for some, live with the physical results daily." "You might have suffered a fall and cracked like Humpty Dumpty, but you can glue some parts back together and go on." "Did you just compare me to an egg?" "She did," Ben snickered. "It might not have been my best analogy, but the meaning is unchanged. You're broken, but that doesn't mean you can't pull the undamaged parts of yourself together and live a full life."

For me to give him an opening? It didn’t matter. I was done being broken. I walked over to the fireplace, my fingers brushing lightly against the cold stone as I turned back to him. “You can’t fix what’s been broken, Helios,” I said, my voice steady. “No matter how hard you try. Some things can’t be mended with words.”

The windows allowed natural light to pour in which provided a warm glow to the room during day time. Then the remaining walls were painted with warm peach color and adorned with frames having some of the best quotes of all time. Claire's favorite one of all was, "So you are shattered?! It's okay. Every shattered piece can be made whole again. Just give it a little effort and attention." She felt that this quote was portraying her life condition. She had the broken pieces of her life collected in her palms and by jumping into the field of career, she was attempting to rebuild it again.

Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor, mirroring the shattered pieces of her heart. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the chaos. Aria's eyes fixated on the fragmented reflection, the cracks becoming symbolic of the pain and confusion consuming her. She closed her eyes, a quote she had once read resurfacing in her mind. "Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me a glint of light on broken glass."

If they mark us, you will never be able to hide what you're feeling. I huffed and wiggled out of Carson's arms. I went to my locker, gathering what I needed for my morning classes. I heard Carson saying something to Paul, but I didn't care. Then Carson was beside my locker. He leaned in and said softly, "You're not broken." I rolled my eyes at him. He has no clue. I feel like I'm made of thin, delicate glass. The slightest ping would shatter me into a million pieces. I know I'm broken.

My eyes burned with unshed tears. “Broken people are not fragile.” Alexei stilled at my dead voice. “Even the world is scared of broken shards of glass.” He let out a deep chuckle matching the darkness of the night. I stayed still even when he pulled away, his warmth stripping away leaving me standing small in front of him.

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

I whispered — not to convince myself — but to finally acknowledge: “I am not broken.” And for the first time, I almost believed it.