Quotes About A Broken Soul Novels & Stories

I whisper. He looks down at me, surprised, but he doesn’t deny it. “We’ve all changed,” he finally mutters, “in good ways and bad.” I pull away, looking up at him, and finding nothing but kindness and affection in his eyes. “Do you think I’m broken, Brook?” I ask, suddenly terrified of what his answer will be. I know I am. I’ve shattered completely. If I looked into a mirror now, I wouldn’t recognize myself. My soul has fractured since Akin’s death, but there are other parts of my soul that have to keep surviving. One part of my soul belongs to Brook.

Yourself, body and soul. A broken heart loves deeper once mended. A mended heart knows real love is worth the price of shattering once more

A/P "It takes a lot of time for someone to have trust on others when the person is already broken from inside to take such risk of trusting but still they take so, you can Break heart but never someone's trust. Broken trust makes the person hollow from inside-out." ~A/N

Mother Raven said nothing. “He had his heart broken by yet another favorite, you see. A silly, round man damaged by very deep wounds that still bleed and ache. A sinning soul in a clumsy, desperate rush to find a God that simply will never accept him as he is.” Even in the dark behind her eyes, she could feel the cruel smile spread on Mother Mary Joseph’s thin lips. “A silly, round man, that Corrompero. A broken soul destined to love yet never be loved. To chase yet never catch. To always walk alone. To dream and yet still greet every sunrise in solitude with an empty heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Why? You're asking me why?" Zeenah cut her off harshly too, as she cuddled the baby more to her bosom. "It's because I'm tainted; a piece of used baggage that has no value left. It's because I'm broken beyond repair and I don't think I deserve to be happy, ever..." "Enough! Please!" Samira winced at the pain in her stomach, but she quickly masked it off. "Why do you keep wishing for the worst thing ever?"

(I believed in you, I believed in us) you hurt my heart, you broke my soul, you failed to keep your promises. Yes, (…) Don't worry, what breaks easily, mends easily... Don't worry, I just have to stop loving you... Cursed be my being, it can't stop doing it. Damn... Be your false promises, you turned out worse than the harsh reality... Oh... Uh... Oh... Congratulations! Congratulations, I applaud you (I applaud you) oh... Uh... Oh... Great liar, destruction is always beneath your feet... I thought for once that you were different.

Snow would cover the streets. "They're going to hurt you," Liam said, coming up behind her. He didn't touch her. He sensed her fragility. "On the stand. They're going to try to break you." "I know," Aurora said. She looked at her reflection in the glass. She looked tired. But she didn't look empty. "But they forgot one thing," she whispered. "What?" "I've already been broken," she said. "And I put myself back together. They can't break what's already been welded."

He stood up, the glass still in his hand. “She doesn’t define me.” “But she marks you. Like an open scar. The thing inside the capsule felt it. It used that. Made you believe you would be seen, understood… loved.” “Enough!” he roared, throwing the glass against the wall. The shards scattered like small screams of glass. He was breathing hard, fists clenched, eyes moist. He wasn’t crying. But he was close. “I’m not weak.” “No, you are broken,” the beast replied with icy calm. “And if you don’t understand where the cracks are… someone will always use them.”

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.