Quotes For Broken Hearted Man Novels & Stories

My hand came up to cover my mouth as I bent forward slightly, shoulders trembling. “Damn it…” I choked out. The tears came anyway. Hot. Unwanted. Unstoppable. And I failed trying to hold them back. Tried to breathe through it. But the ache in my chest only grew heavier, suffocating, like something was crushing me from the inside. “I don’t even…” I shook my head, voice breaking. “I don’t even have a right…” Another broken laugh slipped out. “Look at you, Ethan,” I whispered harshly to myself. “Pathetic.”

He did all that for a bet. I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself breaking. His words still cutting deep into my heart. Trying to cut my heart out. His words were still ringing in my ears. Besides that, I could also listen to my last piece of the heart being shattered. My trust came after that. I felt suffocated sitting in here. I needed some fresh air. "Say something," Damien said cutting the silence. I looked down not able to look up. I cannot. Not anymore.

why you choosen him over me is he that better than me what the hell made you think of him as your life partner do you ever know how much it hurts me its hurting this pain killing me from deep inside of my heart what you're gonna name this pain why you did this didn't you ever feel my love for you did I ever done any wrong with feelings what thing I lack of you choosed him over me why??? deep inside my heart its screaming to let you know my love but I can't loose you I can't live without you why no one ever said about the pain of heart break may be because the only who experience it may know the real pain behind every heartbreak my pain behind my smile everyday but a little hope one day you m

Fiona’s POV There is this quote from Robert Tea which I read up somewhere which says that, “Broken people are beautiful. They have to put themselves back every day.” The simplicity of this quote resonated with something within me. Something hollow and broken, something tired of fighting to stay alive.

I added, acting like I was surprised. “There is a difference between the pain you receive from dying and being in pain due to splitting up,” he reasoned out. “I didn’t know if I was going to get well or I’d be dead in a couple of months, Ayesha.” He tried to grab my hand but I managed to distance myself. “The only thing I could think of at that time was to break up with you so you won’t need to suffer with me.” I shook my head, not wanting to accept his reasons. I still find it hard to believe or rather, why didn’t he believe in me?

"That's simple to state if you're coldblooded. My heart's been broken. How else am I s'posed to feel?" KY wails. "Your heart's not broken, sweetheart. Believe me, you'd know if it were. Put your energy into getting angry." "And what's that gonna do?" "It'll make you feel better." He flicks his smoke and grinds it out with the heel of his handmade Italian shoe, then walks back to the KASH MANCHESTER.

Daniel muttered while smiling bitterly with a broken heart and also a broken heart. ***

Agony, affliction, discomfort, sorrow, grief, there had never been a day did it ever cross his mind that he would one day feel these awful emotions, they were smothering and already, he felt like he won't outlive them for a second. His hand remained on the man's face. His body and lips quiver uncontrollably. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He came out like a broken record, his voice rough. "If I had known it would hurt this much, I wouldn't have gone looking for you again, I should have moved on but you made me an addict of you, you took my heart along with you. You are so terrible. You swore, how could you break all your promises and sting me like this!!" He screamed at the man's face, the tears be

The evidence seemed damning, and the weight of the revelation threatened to crush his spirit. The room, once filled with warmth and the echoes of shared laughter, now bore witness to the tempest within his soul. He couldn't contain the surge of emotions that erupted within him. Broken hearted, he lashed out, hurling objects across the room as if trying to expel the pain that clung to him. "Ahhh! Tessa! Why did you hurt me like this?!" he screamed, the anguished cry reverberating through the empty spaces of their home. Each shattered piece of furniture echoed his broken heart.

Who is the dapper gentleman to whom she keeps referring? While he griped to himself about the circumstance and drank the entire bottle without any problems, he muttered to himself. He also complained about the situation. “Oh, so this is what it’s like to have your heart broken, huh?,” the person said. After saying, “It’s like your heart being squeezed so hard that it slowly kills you without you even knowing,” he continued speaking, but then he swallowed the remainder of his words. “It’s like your heart being squeezed so hard that it slowly kills you without you even knowing.”