Quotes About Being Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

It was true that Chasm hadn't spoken much to the group since he got there. "It's an expression. Like when we say that a guy has two left feet," Murry explained. "That's not a good way to explain it." Jazz shook her head, and Chasm had to agree. What did feet have to do with a broken heart? The feet and the heart were not even next to each other. -See? - Rhylent said. -I told you that they are completely nonsensical. – "I'll explain." Jazz turned to him. "When you love someone, and you think they're great, and they turn out to be a lying sack of shit." Jazz shrugged. "That's a broken heart, and you think you might die."

People don't hate ghosts. Our time together was pretty short, but it was also the best time of my life. Now that you're gone, I feel empty. Without you, I feel broke like half a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel like a torn sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song. You broke my heart, but I still love you with all the pieces and I'll always do. Take good care of yourself. Love,

Fiona’s POV There is this quote from Robert Tea which I read up somewhere which says that, “Broken people are beautiful. They have to put themselves back every day.” The simplicity of this quote resonated with something within me. Something hollow and broken, something tired of fighting to stay alive.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

The fact that your heart is broken proves it. This just proves I made a mistake. It proves I should have listened to my mind and kept my heart strong behind all the walls I built around it, because look what's happened now. It proves I loved, and now I'm losing that little part of me I swore I'd never lose. I'll never get this piece of my heart back. It's too broken.

to wither away. Maybe that was the motivation India needed to kill him. It was valid enough. Being heartbroken. I couldn't say that I've never been heartbroken in my entire life but my heart wasn't shattered by a romantic lover. More along the lines of family members and close friends. It hurts. It used to hurt so bad.

I sat in the empty boardroom, my mind numb as the magnitude of my defeat settled in. The room that had once been the battlefield of my ambitions now felt like a tomb, cold and desolate. I couldn’t remember how long I had been sitting there, staring at the table where moments before, my entire world had come crashing down.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why I manage to fall in love with Elia; he's far from the guys I've met—there are probably better men out there but for now, Elia is all I see. We've gone through a lot of happiness and sadness, almost leaving us with nothing to feel. Apparently, we're too broken—only pretending to be happy when we're actually dying. Our hearts are broken into two. He got his heart broken by his first love while I got mine broken by him, seem realistic enough? How can I love someone who has broken my heart? Simple. I just do.

she shouted at me. Suddenly our friends approached and the one next to me stood up quietly. "Jenny stop that. Because I don't care about you anymore. I will never like you again. Don't be obsessed with the person you who doesn't like you. Don't force it on yourself because I will never love you again. Angel is the flesh of my heart," because of Zack's words, everything I heard has not yet sunk into my brain. Zack dragged me out of our room and left Jenny speechless, our friends followed us.

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.