Quotes About A Broken Soul Novels & Stories

#Dorothy’s POV# They say a person can only take so much before breaking. But what if you already broke a long time ago and just didn’t realize it until everything else around you shattered too? This is me now. A walking bruise. A scooped-out vessel. If you crack me open, there’s nothing inside but echoes.

"You don't understand, Zayne. I've tried to ignore it, to pretend that everything could be okay, but the truth is, I can't be with someone who's broken. I can't keep waiting for you to heal when you can't even do that. I've seen what happens when love becomes a burden. I don't want to be dragged down into the darkness with you." It felt as though the world around me crumbled, and I was left there, the breath knocked out of my lungs. Ethan watched from afar, but I never spoke to him again. He's still in the back of my memory, watching me every time I'm breaking down and laughing at how weak and vulnerable I am. I never trusted anyone enough to let them toy with my soul again. It's fragile, it

When trust is broken, it's as if the ground gives way beneath our feet, leaving us in an abyss of disillusionment and pain. We believe in someone's words, we entrust our deepest feelings, hopes, and dreams into this silent promise of fidelity and integrity. But when that promise is shattered, it feels like a hurricane has devastated our emotional world. The pain is overwhelming, tears well up in our eyes, and the sense of betrayal suffocates us. Broken trust is like a mirror that shatters into a thousand sharp pieces. Each fragment represents a piece of our broken heart, and each wound becomes a vivid reminder of the betrayal. Those who were once loved and cherished suddenly become strangers

No one likes to be bled on. What hurts is even the healed version of you bleeds. You try to cover them, and you try to act normal. But you can’t. Broken things never work the same. You should know that. Thinking about the people who like you, should make you feel better. But it doesn’t, does it? Because you know the only people that have liked you long term, are the ones who have never really got that close to you. Because baggage is heavy, and ugly. You can’t blame people for not wanting to carry it. I mean you don’t want to even carry yours. Could you honestly say you could love you? I didn’t think so. It might not seem fair, that your best isn’t good enough. Even your best cant heal your

She shrugged, "It isn't perfect, convenient but it doesn't have to be. They might have bills and work four jobs but in that briefest second when they hold each other, their body flushed against the other they remember why they were worth it, why they will pick the life they had a million times." He chuckled, "You are being stubborn as always, but that mentality will only bring you heartbreak." "At least my heartbreak might come later, Accepting yours will give me an instant depression." "You'll get used to the idea, trust me. But if you cling to the idea about some sort of soulmate you might never recover from its heartbreak." She spared him a glance, "You sound like you have been in that la

"Red, that is funny. Your optimism is cute, but so misplaced. Some things get too broken for repair. You have no idea what it's like to have seen what we've seen. To have endured. And, for some, live with the physical results daily." "You might have suffered a fall and cracked like Humpty Dumpty, but you can glue some parts back together and go on." "Did you just compare me to an egg?" "She did," Ben snickered. "It might not have been my best analogy, but the meaning is unchanged. You're broken, but that doesn't mean you can't pull the undamaged parts of yourself together and live a full life."

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

I whisper out. I had fallen to sit on my knees looking down, tears falling from my eyes. I feel two soft hands on my shoulders and she pulls me up. “Dear child, you are not broken, scarred yes, but not broken. A broken person doesn’t care about anything, they dong feel love and they don’t fear losing it. You are not broken, not completely. Not more than u can be repaired. Question is, will you let your mate help you?” I look into the shining silver eyes belonging to the moon-goddess. I can see she mean every word she just spoke. As I stand there two wolf souls come over to the moon-goddess and me. I see the moon-goddess smile and scratch their ears.

Broken Strings, Broken Body, Broken Soul. Deep down I always knew I was alone. Caleb tried to resurrect me but I died that day, and should have stayed dead. Mum’s life would have brought more joy and I would have been briefly mourned and then only yearly by my loving mother. My life’s light was now almost extinguished. I could see my candle, barely burning, just holding on to the last piece of wax.

I said with an adittude. "shut up." Nate said. "fuck you." I replied. "are you coming or nah?" Hayes asked playfully. "don't ever say that again." I chuckled "and no. killing people doesn't make me hungry, sorry." I said. everyone exited the car one by one. even Aubrey and Ella. I didn't complain though, I was just happy to finally be alone. if jacks a singer then that means he's a part time murder right? I fell in love with a physco path.