Quotes About Healing A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

The windows allowed natural light to pour in which provided a warm glow to the room during day time. Then the remaining walls were painted with warm peach color and adorned with frames having some of the best quotes of all time. Claire's favorite one of all was, "So you are shattered?! It's okay. Every shattered piece can be made whole again. Just give it a little effort and attention." She felt that this quote was portraying her life condition. She had the broken pieces of her life collected in her palms and by jumping into the field of career, she was attempting to rebuild it again.

His words were a balm to her soul; a reminder of her strength and resilience. His voice dropped to a whisper as he continued, "what's broken can be mended. What hurts can be healed. And no matter how dark it gets, the sun is going to rise again." "Rosie, I can't feel your pain, but I understand it's difficult to forget. But all you have to do is take your mind off their existence," he said. "Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person can make you happy unless you decide to be happy…"

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.

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."

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

“Is it possible to fall in love with a broken heart?” “Absolutely not,” he replied quickly while stroking my hair like I was his favorite pet. “A broken heart needs to be healed first.” “How?” He smiled before bringing his fingers down my chin, grabbing it, and making me look into his gorgeous eyes. “People‌ ‌always‌ ‌say‌ ‌that life is too short, live it to the fullest, but I believe it’s the wrong quote. Life is too long and can not be lived alone. At some point, a person has to share his life with somebody else. That’s why God made love.”

he mumbled under his breath. He got way too much time to be this hurt, and it's getting worse. What could I do with his broken heart? Everything was dark. Could I help him hold on for another night? "Destructions aren't the best cure to our broken hearts. It's the progress, Caius. Overtime, it'll heal. You have me, Caius. I'll be with you throughout the process."

As he sat there, the faintest of breezes infiltrated the open windows, carrying with it the fragrant embrace of blooming flowers and the distant melodies of the city streets. He glanced back at the table, and written in a bold, black marker were the words: •~ At times, it is through the cracks in our hearts that healing finds its way in. But what if those cracks come from a love that wasn't meant to last? What if the pain we go through is the universe's way of leading us to a better and stronger love waiting for us? ~• The quote caught his attention, and he couldn't help but think on how it somehow related to his present situation.

When we were about to reach the hall, he turned back at me and said, "Remeber your father's words and you'll be okay. Everyone inside the hall care for you. They are there for you, they are your people, they are with you. Now come on, make yourself strong." ........................................................... Only a broken heart can understand the other broken heart and has that power to heal the other.

“My heart is with Nicholas, and Julian’s heart with Bridget. We’ve both admitted that we’re heartbroken, and not sure how to move forward. I don’t even know if it’s possible.” Veronica finished her apple quietly, and then placed the knife to the side. She took some time, as if carefully considering her words, and then looked back to me. “Sometimes broken hearts need each other to heal,” she said. I tried to imagine it: holding Julian’s hand, cuddling beside him, kissing him… The thoughts weren’t… terrible. But each one left a certain hollowness in my chest. As much as I liked Julian, I would rather be holding Nicholas’s hand, or cuddling Nicholas, or kissing Nicholas.