Quotes About Broken Feelings Novels & Stories

I say glumly. “Why do you think that?” She asks, her tone sounding sad. “I’m broken and damaged. This should go to someone… who isn’t,” I say dejectedly. “You have been broken – physically and mentally – that’s true, but why does that make you undeserving of such a gift? The way I see it, it means you’re someone who can understand its significance and who will use it wisely,” she says as she locks her eyes with mine. “Did you know, when a broken bone is healing, during that time, that broken place in the bone becomes its strongest part? Being broken isn’t a personality flaw. It shows us just how strong we truly are.”

"For what? For Victoria's press conference this afternoon? For whatever new lies she's going to tell about me?" "For yourself. For the boys. For getting through this." I set down my spoon. "What if I can't get through this? What if this is the thing that finally breaks me?" "It won't." "How do you know?" "Because you've survived worse. You survived giving up Alexander. You survived almost dying in that warehouse. You survived being shot. You're the strongest person I know." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be repaired." "Not always. Sometimes they're too shattered. Too many pieces to put back together."

Why am I so utterly miserable? ​The street stretched endlessly before her, every step she took only heightening her sense of alienation and emptiness. Her tear-filled eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds as she wrapped her arms around her trembling frame, trying to grant herself a false warmth. But the shivering came from within—from the deepest recess of her broken soul. She no longer knew who she was or where she belonged now that the illusion she had spent years building had shattered.

I reach for my phone, hovering my thumb over his number. But in the end, I let silence consume me whole. Sometimes, there are wounds too deep to be healed. There are some betrayals from which the scars never quite heal. And sometimes, love simply is not enough to span the gap between what we would believe and what we are afraid might be the truth. I shut my eyes and choose. Trust, once broken, is like a shattered mirror. You can try to piece it back together, but the cracks will always show-reminding you of everything you've lost, everything you stand to lose again.

I knew that feeling too well. I looked back at the glittering city lights, their beauty a sharp contrast to the ache in my chest. “It hurts now,” I murmured, more to myself than to him, “but someday… it’ll stop feeling like the end of the world.” “And if it doesn’t?” he asked softly. “Then you learn to live with the cracks. You let them make you stronger… or you let someone else fill them.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just sat there, two broken people pretending the view could fix us.

Love makes you feel as if you can hold onto it and rely on it. But in the most unexpected moments, it comes at you and thrashes you back into reality. The reality that love isn't the only thing you can depend on in this world. I was brainwashed into the world opposite of reality, with no worries. Being heartbroken is the basic thing you can say. And probably the only thing you can say for people to understand. Because you can't express the feelings and emotions going through you. You feel ruined, lonely, hopeless. Your heart goes from being a plump, red, important puzzle piece in your body, beating in glee,

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

I shouted and hit the glass table, and it broke. "You see that glass table? Think? Think of me. You shattered it.NoNo matter what you do, you will never be able to rebuild it. NoNo matter what else you do. "The harm has been done," I said, looking down at my bleeding hand.They just listened to me, and I just turned my back on them. They matter. Hopefully, someday I'll be the person next to you. I hope next time you will love me, at least for a moment.

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved I stopped writing and glared at the screen. I highlighted the last sentence and hit delete as if the force of my click would hurt the words as they left the page. Love. It was like a bad word, something I had been conditioned not to say. And Gabe deserved no exception, even if it would appease an old stupid cliché about breakups. After a few moments of contemplation I picked up again where I left off. Time is a weird thing. It has the ability to pass in the blink of an eye, or as a small flame that grows slowly in size until finally it has engulfed everything in its path. I guess heartbreaks are like small fires in your che