Novel & Cerita Pain Feeling Broken Quotes

Here I have no worries, I can let go of everything. "You left me broken" My words quiet, waiting for his reply, he doesn't he just stays quiet. "When you left, and didn't come back you broke me, and I hated you. You told me you would never leave me broken and you did, even when you got back you left me broke, and I still am" I am broken, everything that lingers in my mind, would have been solved so long ago.

“They’re laughing because they’re afraid. You survived court. You survived Liam. Now you’re building something new. That terrifies them.” I shook my head. “It terrifies me too.” He leaned forward. “Do you want to quit?” My heart pounded. “No. But I don’t know if I can take this every day.” His eyes locked on mine, hard and steady. “Then don’t take it alone.” Tears slipped down my cheeks. “Why do you always sound so certain when I feel so broken?” He didn’t flinch. “Because you’re not broken. You’re becoming.” The words cracked something open inside me.

Alone. Just like me. Everything still broken.

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"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

"You said you were lost. I understand that. All of a sudden several negative things came into your life that abruptly took you out of the comfort zone you had built. >> You feel lost and hurt by everything that has happened. However, none of it has brought you down." "With everything that's happened, I feel like I'm breaking into many pieces that will soon disappear. Just like my family." "We break when something overtakes us and we have no solution but to break to rest a little. It's okay to break sometimes, because through those wounds we can also breathe. >> And if at some point, from so many cracks you find it difficult to continue. You will have me to give you all the glue you need to j

I say glumly. “Why do you think that?” She asks, her tone sounding sad. “I’m broken and damaged. This should go to someone… who isn’t,” I say dejectedly. “You have been broken – physically and mentally – that’s true, but why does that make you undeserving of such a gift? The way I see it, it means you’re someone who can understand its significance and who will use it wisely,” she says as she locks her eyes with mine. “Did you know, when a broken bone is healing, during that time, that broken place in the bone becomes its strongest part? Being broken isn’t a personality flaw. It shows us just how strong we truly are.”

"I see broken things, and I want to fix them. Beautiful broken things especially." "I'm not broken." The laugh that escaped him was genuinely amused, "Of course you are. You're sitting in a stranger's house, wearing clothes you slept in, drinking whiskey you can't afford, because the alternative is sleeping rough and hoping you don't freeze to death before morning." Put like that, my situation did sound fairly desperate. "But broken doesn't mean worthless," he continued. "Sometimes the most interesting people are the ones who've been shattered and rebuilt themselves into something new."

Then I stood up slowly, pain shooting through my body. If they wanted me to break, they’d have to try harder. Because even broken, I was still alive. And somewhere deep inside, a small voice whispered... He will remember me.

"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—"