Quotes About Broken Feelings Novels & Stories

“I know you heard me so well because you aren’t deaf.” “Do you see how hurt and broken you are?” “That is how betraying feels like.” “That was what I felt when you betrayed me. THIS IS LIKE GIVING YOU A TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE!!!.”

It is as if the world finally crumbled as there is no light to give him a good sight. “But you need to get out of this” Ian is laughing behind his song it is as if he wanted to express how he truly felt and he is right. There are people who is touched by his words. “ And start your life again” It is happy but for Ian, the words in his voice is not that fun. He is in pain. He can no longer say what happiness truly is. His face show that he is smiling but deep inside he is broken. As if he is a broken vase sticked together. Looking all so complete but in reality it is broken and can no longer hold any more damage. It is as if at anytime he can shatter and fall.

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

And where he probably is now. I shift to the next page. "Like a punch to a mirror, my heart is shattered. Betrayed and stabbed in the back, it was merely deceit. I am a broken man who can never be fixed. I showed him what it means to be loved, and he showed me why he had never had it."

“But it’s hard… to let go. To forgive myself for what happened.” Sophia’s heart squeezed at the pain in his voice. She reached out, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. “We’ve both made mistakes,” she said softly. “But the past doesn’t have to define us. We can move forward. Together.” The word hung between them, heavy with promise and uncertainty. Together. Could they really find a way to move beyond the betrayal, the secrets, and the guilt that had shaped their lives for so long?

“You can’t shoulder the blame, so you're just trying to put the fault on someone else. Good thing Nellana isn’t here to see the woman you’ve become.” “You don’t mean that…” I whispered, a single tear falling from my eye. He shrugged. “I'm done talking.” He turned around and hurried upstairs. I fell to the ground as I broke down in tears, my own words echoing in my ears. ‘Even if it’s going to be heartbreaking with Ethan, I’d take all the pain…’ Could I actually do it, because right now I felt like giving up. Bryce had said something right after all. What was the point of all of this if he didn’t love me anymore?

--- 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.

Monique "I'm not broken," I said quietly, the words escaping my lips like a confession I wasn’t sure I believed. I wanted to... God, I wanted to. Because what is a broken person, really? Is it someone who cries at night and hides it in the morning? Someone who gives their heart to someone and watches them shatter it without warning? If so, maybe I was broken. But I didn’t want to be. “I know you’re not,” Marcus said gently, his voice solid and sure.

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like that or cross a line." "You didn't. It was a long time ago," he sighs. "And back then I was alone and after an ugly break-up. I thought things can't get any worse and I was right. It can get only better. You will never forget, but you will learn to live with the pain, it's just who we are. We are humans, we feel, we cry, we laugh. And all is easier when it's shared. So I beg you, speak to me." "I think I love you."