Quotes About Broken Feelings Novels & Stories

🥀 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.

He slowed down his pace and asked softly,”What is wrong? “I can't feel anything”, I cried out. The pains in my chest were too becoming unbearable when I think of Marcus. I can’t get over Marcus, I had so many feelings for him but he broke me. “Why can’t I get over him?”, I cried, feeling shattered as I wondered why everyone I love always leaves me. “Please tell me what you can't feel?”. The man's soft voice brought me back to reality. “I can't feel your cock”. I managed to whisper honestly.

I was the misfit that was such a pathetic loser that now I finally understood why on earth would anyone truly ever want to remind with me, they can like me, but he was right, everyone was, in the end they would run and I would be left alone. At last, I was the real definition of broken, pathetic, and loveless.... The phone slipped from my hand, it was an accident, so I tried to catch it with my shaking hand, but when I failed, and it shattered on the floor, and switches off, I looked at the broken pieces of the screen that was just like...me "You won" I felt the wetness on my cheeks, it was tears, and I had expected them sooner.

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.

"Love, a potent word entwined with the unity of a single soul spanning two bodies. Some endure an eternity yearning for a mere ounce of affection, while others bask in its abundance, indifferent. Gazing at mate, I lamented, 'We often fail to grasp the value of what we possess until it slips through our fingers.” “Love, it's that extraordinary ache when someone shatters your heart, and yet, miraculously, you find the strength to love them with every fractured piece that remains.” Saying this, I excused myself and fled from there, the echo of unspoken words reverberated within, a silent plea for understanding in a world painted with the hues of love and pain.

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

“You are enough. You’ve always been enough. I was the one who wasn’t. I was broken—” “No.” He cut me off, his voice cracking. “Don’t feed me that excuse. Broken people still know who they love. Broken people don’t run to someone else’s arms. You weren’t broken; you were selfish. You wanted something, and you didn’t care what it cost.” I gasped, my tears coming harder. “That’s not true! You don’t know what it was like for me—”

If they mark us, you will never be able to hide what you're feeling. I huffed and wiggled out of Carson's arms. I went to my locker, gathering what I needed for my morning classes. I heard Carson saying something to Paul, but I didn't care. Then Carson was beside my locker. He leaned in and said softly, "You're not broken." I rolled my eyes at him. He has no clue. I feel like I'm made of thin, delicate glass. The slightest ping would shatter me into a million pieces. I know I'm broken.

"Whose ugliness is permanent?" Her chin lifted. "If you think I'll break, then you don't know what being broken feels like." Her words hit a place I didn't expect. I had seen people snap before. But she was different. "Hmmm, you think you are tough, right?" I snickered. "I will break your spirit and make you eat up your words." "You don't want to know how many times I was broken," she smiled. "Simply put, I can't be broken again."

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