Quotes For Broken Friendship Novels & Stories

As the evening breeze drifted through the open windows, his eyes seemed to sparkle. I suddenly remembered a line from that letter I'd so carelessly dismissed: "Love happens in this world Like the gentle clink of ice in a glass, Like summer's sweet tea on a perfect day."

"Are you really going to throw away 18 years of friendship?" I stopped and looked at him over my shoulder. "You destroyed those 18 years with your own hands a long time ago," I replied indifferently. "The moment you stole my admission ticket, we were even. Wait, no. You'll never be able to repay what you owe me in this lifetime." With that, I slammed the door shut with all my strength. No matter how much he screamed or pounded on the door outside, I never looked back. Some bonds, once severed, could never be mended. Some people, once missed, could never be reclaimed. They were not worth lingering over, much less worth forgiving.

“Ah! It seems that you do. So, what do you think about it? This is not that great of an idea and probably an inconvenience, but why don’t we give it a try? I will lend you a shoulder to cry at as well. Since you are not shy when it comes to crying in front of me, this would be a great deal to you. Don’t be quick to reject it. Moreover, trust me that friends and meeting new people are the best cure when your heart is broken.” “You think both of us can be friends?” he questioned with obvious distaste showing on his face. “Hey! It’s actually offensive when you look at someone like that! I am telling you that I can make a great friend although I don’t have any friends now.”

They stood by my side amidst the ruins of my life, ready to offer their unwavering support. "We're here for you, brother," Rome reassured me, his voice steady and resolute. "Herod's betrayal affects us all. We stand together in this fight, united against a common enemy. He destroyed our friendship!" Those words resonated within me, strengthening my resolve. These friends, who had once seen me as the embodiment of wealth and power, were now standing by my side, their loyalty unwavering. It was in that moment that I realized material wealth meant nothing when compared to the bonds of friendship.

Dear Elena, There’s a saying: ‘True friendship is like sound health, whose value we seldom know until it is lost. I have come to realize it is true after you walked out of my life because of what I did. I thought I was doing you good, but it turned out to be a mistake that would cost me a friendship I value so much. I feel guilty about what happened and guiltier that I still want to call you my best friend.

And trying so hard not to show it. Her voice was so quiet I almost missed it. “You didn’t use me, Liam.” I stared. “And I didn’t use you. It happened. Because we both let it happen. That’s what hurts.” I opened my mouth. Closed it. What could I say? I’m sorry I didn’t stay? I’m sorry I made you feel disposable? None of it would fix what I broke: our friendship. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again, softer this time, meaning it with every cell in my body.

I know that I am crossing the line but dude, I am not exaggerating as I don't want to involve myself in them again. I became kind and befriended by these creatures, but they deceived me. They broke my trust and it will never go back to the way it used to be. Once the trust is broken, it will never be the same again like the glass having its crack. Sometimes, it is better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. In my condition, I am not the only one who became hurt as I tried to put it back together but also the people around me.

"You remind me of something." "What?" She smirked. "You know what they say? Two broken people either make each other or break each other beyond repair." We both burst out laughing. Make, huh?

But there were no words left that could undo this. I destroyed the only real friendship I’d ever had because I was born cursed. And I wondered, when everything finally collapsed, when the curse finished swallowing me, would anyone remember that I tried to make the waiting mean something?

I broke my promises to you. I broke our friendship. It's not my fault… I can't just help it. I nodded slowly, a tear sliding down my cheeks. My heart clenched with pain. From the fate that I had bend to. From the promise I had broken. And from the release that is just close. So close. “Use your fucking mouth, slut,” he growled. “I—want—you—to—ruin—me—Alpha—sir,” I sluttered. And that was it.