Quotes About Healing A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

She asked suddenly, remembering what she actually had been through. "Broken hearts can heal each other, because they know the pain. Because they've been through it. And you have that effect on me, you just don't know it" he replied with certainty. "But who will heal my wounds Bernard? No one can, they are too deep" the words came out of a vulnerable child who didn't know what wrong she committed to deserve that horrible childhood.

"How do you heal a broken heart, Darvin?" "I don’t know. The day Dad took his life was the first time my heart was totally broken. And I couldn’t heal it until now. And then it just keeps breaking over and over again over the years. Maybe it is different from what you have. But at the end of the day, it still gave us pain. But I know you can handle it better than I can. We will take it one day at a time. And I’m sure one day, you’ll just wake up, and your heart’s not broken anymore."

All of them. "If you're sitting here today and you're broken, if someone betrayed you or hurt you or tried to destroy you, I want you to know something. You will survive this. Not might. Will. You will survive and if you do the work, if you choose healing over bitterness, you will thrive. You will build something beautiful from the ashes. You will love again. Trust again. Believe in happy endings again."

"She said that trauma teaches us to keep our hearts closed because opening them means risking everything. But healing means learning to risk everything anyway." "Smart therapist." "She also said that two broken people don't make a whole person. They make two broken people who choose to heal together." Maya's voice grew thick. "So yes, Ethan Callahan. Yes, I'll marry you. Yes, I'll see your nightmares and your scars and your guilt. And I'll love you anyway. Not in spite of them, but because of them. Because they're part of the man who taught me that I deserve to be loved gently."

Let her break down in my arms where no one else could see. "I'm sorry," she gasped when she finally calmed. "I'm such a mess." "You're my mess," I said. "And I love every broken piece of you." "How?" She pulled back to look at me. "How can you love someone this damaged?" "Because you're not damaged." I cupped her face. "You're healing. There's a difference. Damaged implies broken beyond repair, but you're not broken, Beatrice. You're wounded. And wounds heal given time and care."

She sniffed. "You broke my heart, not only broke but you just crushed my heart under your heel. Now it's beyond repair. If you try to fix it, even then many scars will be left on it and one can't heal the scars. They always remain there to make one remember the reason behind them." "But on an honest note, I don't even wanna mend or fix it now. I had loved you, only you."

But she knew that if she did so, and knowing Dylan; he might do something worst. Meanwhile, Dylan continued with his speech. As if it was his turn now, to spit his venom! "You know what? What hurts most is when the one who broke your heart does not acknowledge that they have broken your heart. When you are not understood that your pain is real it becomes very difficult to heal. Usually, the heartbreaker does not empathize with the one they hurt. When they realize their mistakes, then it's too late! What I'm going to suggest to you all, is that you should never give someone a reason to stay when on the contrary, you want that person to go away! Never use someone's bitter past as an argument,

a damage heart and mind. Looking at Millie talking to mom, I know she needs it, after all, she has been through, she needs comfort, and she needs a very good psychiatrist that can somehow fix her traumatic experience, though it comes to my mind, is there someone can fix a broken heart and mind? How about a broken soul? "--love! Are you okay?" Amber suddenly asks while I am in my thoughts. "Yeah! Of course! Ahem, why? "You are zoning out, I am telling you something but you don't seem to listen"

“Trapped inside myself, like I’m in a cage I can’t open. Afraid to let anyone in, scared that if I do, I’ll just end up broken again.” Ryan’s hand moved slowly, deliberately, until his fingers brushed a loose strand of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. His touch was light, tender — full of unspoken promises. “We all carry scars,” he said softly. “Every single one of us has been hurt. But those scars don’t have to be the end of the story. They don’t mean you’re broken beyond repair. Healing doesn’t erase the past — it just means you’re choosing to keep going, to believe there’s something better waiting for you.”

His fear of rejection. "You're not broken," I said firmly. "Luna—" "You're hurt. Scarred. Traumatized. But not broken. There's a difference." "Is there?" "Yes. Broken can't be fixed. Hurt can heal. You're healing. Every day." He looked at me with such raw emotion. "How do you do that?" "Do what?" "Make me feel like I'm worth something. Even when I'm convinced I'm not." "Because you are worth something. You're loyal. Brave. Smart. Funny. And you've saved my life more times than I can count."