Quotes About Being Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

Kenan shook his head and then began to speak, "I didn't even come to her office and just told my assistant to get Andien to come to my office." "Andien is an ordinary employee and it makes no sense for you to give her the job directly. You're a seasoned businessman who should know what's reasonable or not," Mark said. Every sentence Mark said made Kenan even more frustrated. "What should I do?" "Right now you're approaching Andien out of revenge. Why don't you use your heart to attract Andien?" Mark suggested. "Heart?" Kenan laughed loudly. He might be able to use his heart for someone he loved, but until now he had never had anyone worth giving his heart to. Even making love with the woman

"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—"

I didn't give her that juice whenever she breaks her heart, I gave her that whenever I break mine. It just so happens that we always break each other's hearts back then and we're still doing it only this time for someone else.

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

“I honestly think you might be exaggerating. It’s better to have loved and lost than to never love at all. That is a famous quote from Alfred Lord Tennyson, if I remember correctly.” “If loss is the only thing you’ve known, there comes a time when you have to cut those losses. No pun intended,” replied Morgan defensively. “By your tone of voice, I’m guessing you’re coming off of a bad breakup?” asked Maddison. “It’s that obvious, huh?” said Morgan, digging into the appetizers. “I’ve been there before, although it was a while back. It sucks and no words can completely describe the hollow feeling that you get but you have to let yourself grieve. When you let it all out, pick yourself up and mo

I told him about my brother, about my mother, about the guilt I still carried, about the nights I had spent crying myself to sleep. "We're both broken," he said, his hand in mine. "Maybe. But maybe broken things can be fixed. Maybe broken things can be made whole again." "Or maybe they can be loved despite the cracks. Maybe the cracks are what make them beautiful." I looked at him, at the man who had broken my heart and put it back together more times than I could count, at the man who had seen me at my worst and stayed. "I like that better. I like that a lot."

"If you try to fix it, even then many scars will be left on it and one can't heal the scars. They always remain there to make one remember the reason behind them. But on an honest note, I don't even wanna mend or fix it now. I don't have any romantic feelings towards you. Nothing can happen between us." Only I know how hard it was for me to tell him all this. I felt like dying to hurt him with my harsh words. I could not even meet his gaze. I know if I did then I wouldn't be able to hold myself from breaking down in his arms. I have to be strong. If not for me then for him. “My Dad said to me, ‘’Nothing is so broken that it can't be fixed.’ I believe I can mend your broken heart with my love

"You're such an asshole." "I know." "A huge asshole." "The biggest." "You broke my heart." The words came out broken. "You took my heart and just... crushed it. And then you left me alone to pick up the pieces."

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.