Quotes For Broken Hearted Man Novels & Stories

“At full volume.” I gasped. “Wow. Rude.” “True.” I stuck my tongue out at him even though he couldn’t see. The room calmed again. Until he sighed… the sad type of sigh that makes your heart sit up. “She broke your heart, right?” I whispered. He didn’t answer. But he didn’t need to. I faced him. “You’ll be okay.” “I don’t feel okay.” “That’s normal,” I said softly. “Heartbreak feels like someone removed your battery.”

the brunette tried to encourage me, to which I said, “I'll think about it, okay?” Giulia gave me a thumbs-up, signaling that it was perfectly fine once I took my time. This step was not easy either, but had to be carefully considered. I would take my time for that at another moment. No, because there was still a lot to talk about. "I'm nothing more than a lonely and broken man, a kind of Mr. Broken Heart," I slowly admitted in front of the woman, who still didn't leave my side but was there for me. "The past didn't leave you unscathed, either," she correctly stated.

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”

"Cassidy, when we made this mug, you said after we got married, we'd make a smaller one for our child. Do you still remember?" "I remember." "Then would you give me one more shot? I can wait for you to break up with him." As he said those words, his voice started to falter with emotion. I gazed at him silently, then slowly walked up to him and took the mug from his hands. Under his incredulous stare, I smashed it into bits. "There. Now that the mug is broken and the baby is gone, it's time you stopped fooling yourself." With that, I walked forward, stepping on shards in the process.

The days she…. “Dude, dude,” Brian’s voice drags him back to reality. “Dude, you are drifting off again!” He rubs his face with his palm and sighs dejectedly. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes. “Malcolm, I know you don’t like hearing this but I’m your best friend and I have to tell you the truth. Dude, you’ve got to move on. Yvette is gone and she is never coming back.” “I’ve moved on,” Malcolm says to him.

My voice wavered, barely above a whisper. Lysandra replied, her voice soft yet firm, "To mend the pendant, to change the future, you must first mend the fractures within yourself." The reflection began to speak, its voice eerily similar to mine, yet dripping with sorrow. "Do you really believe you're worthy of love? Worthy of a destiny so grand?" Tears welled up in my eyes as past hurts and regrets played out in the mirror. Moments when I felt less than, moments of heartbreak, of feeling lost.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

Heartbreak usually comes in different ways. Sometimes, it’s you holding your heart out as it is gushing out with hot tears that is as thick as blood. Sometimes, it is you hurting inside without having enough words to speak outside. All just because everything hurts inside. It was not merry. It was nothing too far, too close. But I just wanted to get away. I was not heartbroken. At least not yet, but I could not say the same for the man I was staring at. The same man I had been staring at for two minutes, which had felt like the first two hours of my first life.

Was he a friend Or was he the man that I touched myself to when no one was looking? “He is my patient.” I blurted out weakly. “Then you have to excuse us.” I took one last at him before stumbling out of the theater. I pressed my back against the wall, desperate for something to ground me. I took in several deep breaths. It suddenly felt like my chest was full of fluid and I was gasping for air.