Quotes About A Broken Soul Novels & Stories

“Did you do something wrong that would make me angry?” The question hit me like a punch, I blinked. Her eyes finally met mine. I stared at her, something was definitely wrong. I just didn’t know what, she took another drink, then laughed softly. Not a happy laugh, the kind that came from pain. “You know…” Her voice was distant. “Sometimes people think broken things can be repaired if they glue the pieces back together.” I said nothing, and she continued. “But even if the cracks disappear…” Her fingers tightened around the bottle. “…you still remember where they were.”

You reprimanded me for everything I did, You demoralised me for every try I made, You degraded me everytime I thought I achieved something. You pulled me down for every step I climbed. I don't know what it gave you but I got my soul broken by it My heart cold my it, My body numb by it, And my innocence lost by it. You made me leave my everything , You threw me unguarded in a forest of killers, You made me fight for survival

The realization that he might never be able to mend what he had broken was a torment all its own. The darkness enveloped Carver was more than just the absence of light. It was the darkness of a soul lost, a heart broken by its own actions. As night fell, he was left alone with his thoughts, a man haunted by the echoes of a love lost and a trust shattered beyond repair.

Somewhere between my second cup of coffee and his third whiskey, the distance between us disappeared. After a while, I leaned back, sighing. “You ever think maybe we’re all just… broken people who met at the wrong time?” Tomas chuckled. “That’s the most poetic shit I’ve heard in weeks.” “I’m serious.” “So am I,” he said. “But maybe that’s what makes it work. Broken recognizes broken.” That line stuck in my chest. He wasn’t wrong. I smiled, small but genuine. “You know what? For someone who works for a mob family, you’re not half bad.”

John Green had said it right . She gasped for air for a while and tried hard to control . But then she caved in . She started crying her eyes out . Never did she think in her wildest dreams that stuff like betrayal and heartbreak would happen to her . With a heavy heart she started to ponder, "Where did I go wrong . Where did I lack?" They both were students of graphic design at the University of Cincinnati, just that he was one year senior . They met each other at a technology conclave arranged at their University . Then one

'Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do. People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything t

I mocked. " But you are better, I see the humanity in your eyes, I see the love and care boiling inside your soul ready to be poured out to the world, I see a soul crying for love and verification." " Why don't you be all that?" I challenged. " It's because when you are a broken mess like me, nothing good could come out of you, you run around trying to be good and come back to the anger, darkness and emptiness after trying to escape it, and finally you settle down with your demons and darkness and embrace them to live peacefully."

Minions, whether rogue vampires or werewolves, arguably deserve it. - The mothers? Many of them were taken from their home and brought to that hell, without deserving! - I exclaim serious and irritated trying to loosen the bindings on my wrists - Unfortunately, these souls are broken, they would only bring hatred and sadness to this world in search of the long-awaited peace. Trust, they would never receive peace with all the scars and memories of the Institute, most likely they would not fit into society and would not be able to form or return to their families. With a broken soul, no matter how to fix the mind and body, it will never be effective. - I felt the regret in your words

Because in this world, loyalty was fragile, and power was everything. But if I didn’t act? Then I would be the one left to take the fall. Alone. I stopped walking abruptly, the tension coiling tightly inside my chest. Without hesitation, I tilted my head back and drained the rest of the wine in one go. The burn barely registered before I flung the glass across the compound in frustration. It shattered loudly against the stone. Even that worthless drink tasted better than the overpriced garbage stocked in my bar. I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through my hair before pulling out my phone again. My eyes lingered on the screen for a moment before I dialed her number.

I sighed. Someone told me that: Being involved in precarious affairs would someday lead to broken bones seeped with the darkness of the flames of the wicked souls.