Quotes About Being Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

The realization that he could inflict such heartbreak left her feeling shattered and lost in a sea of unanswered questions. As she dwelled on the pain, Ella couldn't help but contemplate the broader narrative of relationships. The age-old adage "all men are the same" echoed in her thoughts, a bitter sentiment she never thought she'd entertain. Her hopes for true love seemed to crumble as doubts cast shadows over the sincerity of any romantic endeavor.

"I miss you, John. Every second of every day. I keep thinking about the life we could have had, the love we could have shared. It's not fair... it's just not fair." Amelia's soliloquy echoed through the room, her words a testament to the depth of her pain and the profound loss she felt. In that moment, her broken heart spilled over with memories, regrets, and the realization that life could change in an instant, leaving her adrift in a sea of sorrow.

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.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."