Pictures Of Broken Hearts Quotes Novelas e Histórias

It really hurts not to know how life is going on for you now, you know …” I breathed out with a heavy heart. With my thumb, I slid off the tears at the corner of my eye and mustered courage to look at her beautiful picture again. “I'm sorry I broke us up, I shattered what we had and believe me if I could turn back the hands of the clock, so I could have stopped myself from making that mistake, I definitely would.” “I wish we never parted ways.” I couldn't help it as my gaze lowered again. My chest fucking hurt at the memory. A harsh shaky breath exhale left me when I finally looked at her potrait again.

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

Like my family - shattered but still there. Like my marriage - broken but worth fighting for. Like my heart, destroyed but somehow still beating.

A beautiful, painful lie. I walked over to the photo and picked it up. I looked at our smiling faces, at the way he was holding me, at the love that I thought was real. And then, I smashed it against the wall. Glass shattered, raining down on the floor. The frame fell to the ground with a loud thud. I didn't even flinch. I just stood there, watching the broken glass glitter on the floor, a symbol of my broken heart. It was over. I walked out of the penthouse, not once looking back.

Fiona’s POV There is this quote from Robert Tea which I read up somewhere which says that, “Broken people are beautiful. They have to put themselves back every day.” The simplicity of this quote resonated with something within me. Something hollow and broken, something tired of fighting to stay alive.

I guess that human’s quotation is really true, the quotation ‘when you love there’s pain, without pain…there’s no love’. That pain is soothing within my heart. It was stabbing and breaking my heart into pieces until I felt weak and yet no matter how painful it is to love him…those pieces that scattered apart are still beating for him.

“It’s too exhausting to fight alone. The burden you bear may be too heavy for you. If you need someone to share your weight, I’ll be there to support you from behind.” “I know you’re hurt, and it’s oblivious of your expression. Everyone in the world deserves happiness. I know your cold and rude personality is just a shield to protect yourself, but please, I don’t want yourself any longer. You deserve to be happy.” “I will do my best as long as you are willing to try. You can have me as long as your small heart is willing to love me back.” “If a broken crayon can still color, then a broken heart can still love as well.”

"Love, a potent word entwined with the unity of a single soul spanning two bodies. Some endure an eternity yearning for a mere ounce of affection, while others bask in its abundance, indifferent. Gazing at mate, I lamented, 'We often fail to grasp the value of what we possess until it slips through our fingers.” “Love, it's that extraordinary ache when someone shatters your heart, and yet, miraculously, you find the strength to love them with every fractured piece that remains.” Saying this, I excused myself and fled from there, the echo of unspoken words reverberated within, a silent plea for understanding in a world painted with the hues of love and pain.

"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—"

As I entered inside the home, I could hear the sound of the Jaguar moving far away from me. My heart was all shattered into thousand prices is it even love if hearts aren't broken and tears aren't shed? _________________________________________________