Quotes About Ugly Hearts Novels & Stories

I froze, her voice hitting me like a slap. “Running away solves nothing!” She snapped. My lips parted but there was nothing, no words came out. She was right. Hazel stepped closer to me, her tone softening. “Look, this world, it doesn’t care about us, Liz. It’s a cruel world. Its harsh weather has no restraints, especially for people like us. Yeah, it’s hard, but we’ve got to survive.” She sighed heavily before she continued. “When the sun shines too bright, we still have to walk faster to avoid getting burned, right? Or when it rains, don’t you think it’s still better to make use of the broken umbrella you’ve got?”

She glanced at him and quickly looked away. She thought about the question and took in a sharp breath. “The same way it would have been without glass.” She said after a while. The man looked at her in awe; not the answer he had expected. Anita looked at him. He was wearing a black hoodie; she could not see his face, but she could tell from his voice that he was a troubled man. But she could also tell that he was smirking at her. “A heart is like a glass; it can break and shatter to small pieces if not handled well.” She whispered.

"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 know, I just can't." "How long will you hide in that facade?" She slowly turned to him with reddish nose. "Probably forever." "Remove that facade and move on for real, unveil all of them and accept it no matter how hard it is." A weak smile escape from her lips as she turned to the fountain again. "I am ugly behind this facade, I'm happy now." "Fake happiness, never last long. Remove that facade or faith will smash it for you. You are not ugly, you are precious, you know that."

“I hate him. I should hate him. It’s the only thing that makes sense.” Her hands did not stop their calming movement. “Hate is a fire that consumes first the one who carries it, meine Liebe (my love),” she said, pausing. “And what sometimes seems like hate… isn’t. Sometimes it’s just a pain so deep it doesn’t know how to scream its own name.” I opened my eyes and looked at the ridiculous necklace in the velvet box. The diamond heart sparkled under the light, a grotesque symbol of everything false in my life.

Miguel ran a test on her and well. Said she'll be putting to bed very soon. "Lewis I can't sleep" she pouted standing up. "Corazón_" 'I feel so damn fat and heavy! My legs are so fuvking huge,I feel chummy and well..."she sniffed feeling tears build up "Babe" he stood up and walked to her. He managed to hug her halfly "Am ugly right?' she blinked back her tears "Ugly!? please don't make me laugh corazón. You're the most beautiful woman on earth. You're so strong for carrying our babies. You're aren't ugly okay? You're utterly stunning !"he said and kissed her passionately

With a disappointed look on his face, the man who called himself my dad said, "I know you have a lot of hate and resentment: - I know you have a lot of hate and resentment for me. But I assure you that will change.

“I don’t know how Kill did it. How he endured you. Touching you, seeing you. It must’ve been torture. Covered in scars, all bones — you’re a sore sight for any man’s eyes.” Tears slipped down my cheeks, but the sting of the insects felt distant , like pain remembered, not lived. The ache in my chest was louder. Deeper. Was I really that ugly? That disgusting? Bitch. Ugly. Disgusting. No man will ever love you. You’ll never find happiness. You should’ve died with your mother. Die, die, die, you whore. And just like that, darkness took me. And I didn’t fight it this time.

Albert scoffed. “You’re a walking cliché. Always needing someone to save you. To validate you. To tell you you’re pretty or worthy. But the truth is…” he leaned closer, venom in his voice…“you’re still the same insecure, ugly girl I’ve always known. No amount of love is going to fix that.” Leo’s jaw clenched. “Say that again,” he said, low and dangerous. Albert smirked. “Ugly. Desperate. Unlovable.” Crack.

One thing about mirrors, it only shows how beautiful you are from the outside, it hides your inner ugliness so that no one can see it but you. No one can feel it but yourself. I run my hands into my hair, unable to shed the tears gathering in my eyes and heavy in my heart. I even tried to take a heavy breath to make me cry, but damn no! my heart is still so heavy, it’s bruised..breathing hurts too. I hear footsteps running towards the female bathroom, I know who it is, after ringing her she doesn’t take a second to rescue her best friend. “ Elen! No, no not again!” she sees me from the entrance and screams, slapping her hands over her mouth. Shocked at my ugliness, if no one could see it, Av