Novel & Cerita I Can Do It With A Broken Heart Meaning

"I'm not broken, I swear. I can be whole, I can be everything you need." "You don't understand, Zayne. I've tried to ignore it, to pretend that everything could be okay, but the truth is, I can't be with someone who's broken. I can't keep waiting for you to heal when you can't even do that. I've seen what happens when love becomes a burden. I don't want to be dragged down into the darkness with you."

I didn't let her finish her sentence as I cut her off. “So you mean, if someone is quiet, they are broken-hearted? Can’t they just be thinking of something else or thinking of work?” I snapped back at her, “And Aeun, what do you mean by broken-hearted? Why would my heart get broken for a person I don’t even love?”

"I don't know. Would it be enough for you?" "I don't know either. But it might be better than this emptiness." She turned to face me. "Adam, I'm broken. Fundamentally broken. And I don't think I can be fixed. So maybe I need to learn to be broken differently. In a way that's less damaging to everyone around me." "You're not damaging us."

When things got broken, we fix it, when a torn paper we buy a new one, when it already cannot be used, we replace it, we can all do something for everything, all our mess can always do something about it, but in reality, in people's lives, not all broken can be repaired over a night, especially if it is a broken soul...a damage heart and mind.

“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.

The place was near the woods so it was almost an isolated place. “Give me a chance to mend your broken heart.You know why hearts broke so that someone can mend it. If I'm not a bad person then give me a chance to mend your heart. I like you, and trust me I won't break your heart. If I ever do then you can kill me with your bare hands.”

I told him about my brother, about my mother, about the guilt I still carried, about the nights I had spent crying myself to sleep. "We're both broken," he said, his hand in mine. "Maybe. But maybe broken things can be fixed. Maybe broken things can be made whole again." "Or maybe they can be loved despite the cracks. Maybe the cracks are what make them beautiful." I looked at him, at the man who had broken my heart and put it back together more times than I could count, at the man who had seen me at my worst and stayed. "I like that better. I like that a lot."

Something as simple as a broken heart sure as hell wasn't going to break me. …Was it?

He tried to cheer me up but I was long broken. The pieces of my heart lay on the bed with Ivy, with no hope of getting fixed.

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."