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.

“I hate you! You don't have anything I want! Go away and never comeback!” The young man can only turn away, and wouldn't let any words to come out his mouth after. The little girl words is something he couldn't stand, and he wouldn't want to reveal what is it in his heart. His heart that is broke into pieces wouldn't matter and is nothing but a piece of fragment that is beating in its deadliest!

He had suggested we pick a set of jewelries for Ariel, but haven't really been talking. “My dear friend, did someone break your heart?” I teased, as he simply sighed. “Why do you think so? Do you think my heart can be broken?” He countered as I shook my head. He can't change. “Of course. Heartbreak is like breakfast. It will reach everybody. I just hope it hasn't reached your side.” He laughed as I smiled, glad he was cheering up a bit. “Where did you find those lines?” He asked, as I grinned, remembering where I saw something like that.

“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.”

“Look! I’ve been there but best believe how you react to it is all that matters. The best thing you could do is to chill out and relive your mind” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “I broke up with my girl a couple of months ago. Apparently I wasn’t man enough for her. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m broke. Still I’m. She called me a powerless worm. This is someone with whom I invested 5 years with” Zara continued crying. She poured the remnant from the Hennessy into a glass from the counter gave him to drink. “To broken hearts, broken glasses and other broken things” she said as they clinked their glasses together in desolation.

"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.

"Even after forever." Authors Note Thank you all for reading broken hearts. Phiya-

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.