Quotes About Broken Feelings Novels & Stories

“I want to love you in the way I’m supposed to. But I feel so…broken.” Tears fell again. I didn’t bother wiping them.

As I tried to move it, to watch the writing on it, the mug slipped from my hand accidentally and smashed to pieces on the ground. For a few moments, I could only stare between my mother's name on the chit and the broken glass shards; until I managed to grab a hold of myself and started cleaning up the mess. A realisation burning in the back of my mind, as I gathered the broken pieces. Sometimes, all that's left for us to do, is collect the broken pieces. Because like things; relationships once broken can never be completely put back together in the same way, no matter what. ———————-

“You survived it. That’s what matters.” “But what if I’m broken now?” I whisper. “What if all the soft parts of me are gone? What if I’m too scared to let someone love me again? What if you wake up one day and realize you deserve someone whole?” He stares at me like I’ve just said the dumbest thing in the world. “Viola,” he murmurs. “You’re not broken.” I shake my head, not believing him. “You say that now—” “No,” he cuts in, gently but firmly. “Listen to me. You’re not broken. You’re brave. You’re still here. Still standing. You wrote through your pain. You pulled yourself out of something people spend decades trapped in. You didn’t disappear—you fought your way back.”

Listen to Enya - May It Be, - Caribbean Blue, - Echoes In Rain. - (Favourite KAJ quotes) Victims of heartbreak say "It's not healthy to build your life around one person, when you should be out with several people, discovering yourself." But they forget that, most times, love blinds the eyes of the heart, that it becomes stupid and forget to remind you to prepare for a meant to happen destruction sometime in the future, or perhaps, on the morrow.

Neerah “No one likes broken things. Why should I use one to help make something nice?” Rayah looks depressed. But one only needs to look into her eyes to see the sparkle of meanness shining brightly. Oh, so I am the broken thing? I felt the insult particularly because I feel like I am broken too. Just not as often as before. And having someone say it to my face hits differently. “Yet some things just need to be broken to be of use” I retorted.

"The length of time I spent with your granddaughter has left an everlasting mark on my heart. Our breakup didn't make me an angry man or a bitter one. I am just a broken man... But that's the beauty of it, to be broken means you must have loved the deepest. I won't betray such a beautiful thing by hurting you guys or your businesses because these are the thing Jada loves the hardest and what Jada love, I also love, even if she doesn't love me anymore." Slowly, Jada crumbled onto her knees, sobbing uncontrollably until there was no sound left inside her head. "I will give you one piece of advice, dear... One that I learned from your grandmother... If you love them, even if they set you free,

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."

I told him about my brother, about my mother, about the guilt I still carried, about the nights I had spent crying myself to sleep. "We're both broken," he said, his hand in mine. "Maybe. But maybe broken things can be fixed. Maybe broken things can be made whole again." "Or maybe they can be loved despite the cracks. Maybe the cracks are what make them beautiful." I looked at him, at the man who had broken my heart and put it back together more times than I could count, at the man who had seen me at my worst and stayed. "I like that better. I like that a lot."

“It didn’t feel like fighting. It felt like… drowning.” Ghost’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s what it feels like when someone breaks you down long enough. You start believing the water’s stronger than you.” He stepped closer, but not too close. Just enough that his presence anchored her. “But you’re still here. You didn’t let it take you.” Her eyes burned, tears stinging. She dropped her gaze, whispering, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I’m not broken.” “You are broken,” Ghost said simply. “We all are. Difference is whether you stay shattered, or let people help you put the pieces back.”

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”