Quotes About Broken Feelings Novels & Stories

she didn't like her sulking all by herself. Ashley smiles, "Ed Sheeran said in his song that a heart that is broken is a heart that's loved, " she said, "why does it always end like this? Why does love have to be so painful and cruel hurting you when you've got no bad intentions, giving you hope and life only to take it back when you least expect it? Why does life even exist if it does no good? She asked in between her sobbing, she could feel it, her heart is shattered into tiny pieces and she can't do everything.

As the evening breeze drifted through the open windows, his eyes seemed to sparkle. I suddenly remembered a line from that letter I'd so carelessly dismissed: "Love happens in this world Like the gentle clink of ice in a glass, Like summer's sweet tea on a perfect day."

“Just say what’s on your mind.” I hesitated, then sighed. “I feel... broken,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like there’s nothing left of me to give. Ryder and Jaxon, what they did, it’s like they took pieces of me and left me hollow.” Caden’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. “You’re not broken, Amara,” he said firmly. “They might have hurt you, but they didn’t destroy you. You’re stronger than you think.”

My first heartbreak didn’t just sting—it shattered me. That feeling of betrayal... it doesn’t go away. I wish I could say I’ve healed, but some scars stay with you, lingering like a shadow that never quite disappears. You learn the hard way that love isn’t always kind. It’s a lesson you don’t forget, no matter how hard you try to.

“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

Pain… I know pain. I know how it feels, how it can twist and break you until you’re nothing but fragments of who you used to be. I’m shattered, and I can’t be fixed. Happiness is fleeting—whenever I think I’ve found it, it slips through my fingers, leaving me even more broken than before. Have you ever been in a place where you can’t cry anymore, even when you desperately needed to? When the tears just won’t come, no matter how much you want to let it all out?

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”

However, the reality wasn't like that. Whenever Grace smiled with others, her sincere expression scratched my heart like a knife, piercing my feelings. In that crowd, it was as if my heart became heavier, as if they filled it with an indescribable sense of jealousy. If the heart could show its form, it would definitely appear cracked, like broken glass, depicting the damage that had lasted for years. Since long ago, I've felt broken, my seemingly unchanging physique betraying my ever-shifting feelings. Every day, my mood grew worse, as if I were walking through an endless storm of emotions.

I delicately touched his cheek, my heart at peace in his presence. He smiled and I felt him begin to move with me, swaying me to an imaginary beat as we began to slow dance in each other’s arms, “I am already at peace. I have you.” The words were flattering and they were like music to my ears, “do you…love or care for me, Octavious?” “I do.” “Then why do hurt me? Why do you…want me to be broken?” He let out a breath, his eyes looking over my features, “that’s the thing about broken people like me, we want everyone to be as broken as we are. That way, I can be the only person that you ever will and can love.”

When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.