Quotes For Broken Hearted Man Novels & Stories

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

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."

The place was near the woods so it was almost an isolated place. “Give me a chance to mend your broken heart.You know why hearts broke so that someone can mend it. If I'm not a bad person then give me a chance to mend your heart. I like you, and trust me I won't break your heart. If I ever do then you can kill me with your bare hands.”

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

Those seats had become their bed of betrayal. The dull ache in my chest exploded into a thousand sharp blades, twisting inside me and nearly choking me with pain. Five years of genuine devotion, yet I still couldn't understand how Sophia could cruelly stomp on it like this. I opened the dashcam app on my phone, and the video showed Sophia cuddled in the arms of that man, whispering, "I've been thinking about doing this with you in this car ever since he gave it to me." The man chuckled softly, kissing her lips. "Then let me fulfill your wish today."

' Screw it. In my twenty-one years of existence, I promised to myself that I will never-ever cry over a man that I can't have, for there are billions of them on this planet. Now, I just want to drop my ass and laugh out loud as I cry because look, I just broke that promise and what did I have in return? A broken heart.

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again.

"There will never be room for another woman. She will always be the one I love." ‘A momentary attraction,’ he said... His words hit me like a freight train, and I almost stumbled backward. God, he probably had no idea how deeply his words cut me. In fact, I wasn't sure if I fully comprehended the extent of my pain. It should be physically impossible to feel one's heart breaking into pieces, but why did it feel like every damn shard was shattering and falling away? Was he actually serious?

They thought we were in love with each other, but when you grew up as we did, then you’d know, family is important. ‘You have to understand that I can’t just hand you my heart either because people trampled on it already. I don’t even know if I can piece it back together. You know, like Humpty Dumpty, some parts are now so tiny they're like chalk. What do you do with that? I’m broken, and you probably won’t want me, anyway.’ ‘I have to go. Let me wash these, so you can leave,’ she scrambled to leave again, scared of his answer.

This is the end of what never even begun. I'm broken hearted.