Quotes About Being Broken Hearted Mga Nobela at Kwento

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

"How do you heal a broken heart, Darvin?" "I don’t know. The day Dad took his life was the first time my heart was totally broken. And I couldn’t heal it until now. And then it just keeps breaking over and over again over the years. Maybe it is different from what you have. But at the end of the day, it still gave us pain. But I know you can handle it better than I can. We will take it one day at a time. And I’m sure one day, you’ll just wake up, and your heart’s not broken anymore."

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

C H A P T E R 1 0 : D R A M A T I C A L L Y F R U S T R A T E D "....and yes, you should fight for love and risk your heart for people who may not be able to contain your love. But, if your heart shatters, I hope it is not 'love' that you accuse; I hope it is not 'love' that you give up on. Because there is nothing more beautiful than a heart that breaks and still chooses to fight for love."

I had already lost my heart, it just a still piece of beating organ placed in my chest, it is broken, not completely free of emotion of affection and love but is trying hard to forget it's past and tormenting reality; the present. "I don't love you. I could not marry you. Why are you not understanding this Allen? We can't be married. How could you like me, even if you did like me, I am broken and miserable, my heart is badly bruised and it won't accept love and affection, it is scared of these sacred emotions. By talking about all this you are just tormenting me more."

Her lips moved but words failed her. "I know it's shocking but trust me I saw you suffering in one-sided love. I went through that phase as well. It's the worst type of love. Your good heart made me fall for you. I will shower you with love, I promise. Only a broken heart can mend another broken heart."

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

Something as simple as a broken heart sure as hell wasn't going to break me. …Was it?

“I’d take anxiety over depression any day.” “You know…our mind is a very complicated place.” Fin stated suddenly. “Sometimes, we form connections with strangers even better than we do with people we have known our entire lives. And that connection sometimes makes us believe that probably…we’re in love? I’ve got this feeling so many times in my life as well, and silly me also got my heart broken over and over because of these feelings. But that’s the beauty of our hearts, isn’t it? No matter how many times it breaks, it takes a long time to learn it’s lesson and like a helpless fool, keeps falling for the people we cannot have.”

There was a plant and a framed quote behind me: “Ashes to beauty” The interviewer,Whitney,appeared on the screen,poised and polished. With a short intro,we dove into the interview proper. “Misss Sophia,your story has touched millions in weeks. But if you had to go back to the moment you were heartbroken,what would you tell that version of yourself.” I paused,then smiled gently. “I'd tell her that heartbreak won't break her forever. That the loss of something isn't the end. It can be the beginning of the real you.”