Pain Feeling Broken Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

Why am I so utterly miserable? ​The street stretched endlessly before her, every step she took only heightening her sense of alienation and emptiness. Her tear-filled eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds as she wrapped her arms around her trembling frame, trying to grant herself a false warmth. But the shivering came from within—from the deepest recess of her broken soul. She no longer knew who she was or where she belonged now that the illusion she had spent years building had shattered.

"Foolish girl. You'll break before they do." "Then break me," I whispered, eyes closing as I poured my will into the connection. The pain became a bridge, the barrier cracking under the weight of my acceptance. It hurt like fire racing through my veins, every nerve screaming, but I held on, visualizing the threads weaving back together.

“I’ll help you destroy Rowan from the ground up. Whatever you need from me, just say the word.” “I want him to suffer,” I whisper, putting those words out into the world for the first time. “He told her I was broken… And that he wanted to leave me with nothing.” “We’re all broken, sweetheart,” Azure wrapped me in his arms, burying his nose in my hair. “Cracked, chipped, shattered; Everyone has wear and tear on their soul. Sometimes we need to break before we put ourselves back together the way we were meant to be.” His words caused something in me to shift, and my heart fluttered in my chest.

I hiss and cry out in pain as the pain become unbearable – not only do I have to deal with the emotional blow but the physical ones as well. The pain is an overwhelming one , that breaks me beyond repair - and maybe he was right. I am so broken that not even help from professionals can help. "Lia!!" I hear my name being callen - my shoulders being shaken violently by a pair of rough hands. I feel my eyes open , and I get the warm feeling of the David I know.

I whisper to myself in pain I feel my heart breaking into pieces,I'll never heal from this pain Katerina is dead and it's all my fault.... . .

“I understand, dear, but you just can't take your own life” “You don't get it” she looked at Fay “I am broken, all my whole life the only thing I know is betrayal, abuse sexually, mentally, physically. All I know is pain, nobody cares about me or how I feel. It just feels like I am cursed, from one Pain to another, I just can't do it anymore, I just can't do it anymore. I can't, I just can't” she covered her face crying. Fay had a pity look in her eyes.

Hopelessness surged, then cracked and gave way to rage. My fist drove into the mirror. A sharp crack split the air. Pain exploded through my hand, and for one breathless second, I felt it. A flash of satisfaction. Glass rained down, tiny blades that glittered like stars. Blood smeared across the porcelain, hot and steady. But the pain didn’t land. Not really. Nothing could hurt more than going back. I stared at the broken reflection. Fractured eyes. Fragmented truths. But the girl looking back?

Izan looked at me with such sadness after my outburst that I couldn't bear it. “Selene—” “Please don't look at me like that, not today. Right now, I can't take it anymore,” I said with a broken voice, broken inside, and I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. I was broken, but not like a hollow doll breaks due to the fragility of its consistency, but like a glass that explodes from the pressure of being so full and overflowing that it can't take it anymore. That's precisely how I felt.

That was not nice. Not at all. “I just—” I stuttered, the words spilling out. “I don’t let myself break. Not at all. If I break, who’s going to put me back together?” He gently took my hand. "Sometimes, you have to let yourself break down." “I don't have that luxury.” He was silent for an instant. Then, so softly that I could hardly discern it, he whispered, “She'd have a lot to say. If she were to know about as much as you're carrying.”