Quotes About A Broken Soul Novels & Stories

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.

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 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."

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

The lights twinkled like stars, a reminder of the life that continued to pulse through the streets, unaffected by the struggles that had consumed her world for so long. Ethan’s words echoed in her mind: “Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.” Sophia knew that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. There would be challenges, setbacks, and moments of doubt. But she also knew that she wasn’t alone anymore. She had Ethan, Lily, and the strength she had discovered within herself. And as she stood there, gazing out at the city that had once felt so daunting, Sophia made a silent vow. She would build a new life—one that was not defined by the pain of the past, but by the hope and love that she had

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I took one good look at them before I was turning back to my son. I grabbed his face softy and had him looking down into my eyes. "Im sorry." I whispered. The only way a soul could be this broken was if someone close to them did it. A soul could withstand so much, even tourture but when someone they bonded with died or rejected them they would break. I rubbed his cheek and allowed my power to flow through to his soul. A small spark from within told me that he was more broken than anyone could see. I closed my eyes and conjured up the book of ultimate power onto Alexanders desk.

~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.

"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."

"Someone should be there only to listen to a broken person. Just listen. No sympathy needed, no need to handle that broken person, no need to show that you'll be always there for them. No! Just talk and listen. That's the maximum help you can do for a broken person" Our eyes met. I peered deep into her grey eyes. Apart from the kohl, I exactly saw only the depth in her eyes for the first time, embraced by a big fat mystery, something that eating her from inside. Those words she spoke were not only words. Those seemed to be the pieces of her soul she put in front of me. "Are you broken, Zoya?", I uttered.