Quotes For Broken Hearted Man Novels & Stories

Rejected. Denied. Jilted. Ditched. Familiar words in the vocabulary all held the same definition, but unfamiliar for the likes of a man such as myself who had everything: power, good looks and money. I've seen people get their hearts broken, boy or girl, by my own doing or not. And yet, my conscience couldn't make me feel guilty since I find it amusing how they cry and do reckless things all in the name of love.

I can’t stay mad in this moment, but I can't even get the fucking memory off my head. “So... You broke a girl’s heart today? Not fair, Mr. Adam Hilton. You're so cruel.” He chuckles, and the sound vibrates his chest. “What can I say? It’s a curse.” His tone is so completely arrogant, and I want to give him a smack. “I mean... I don’t even try. I guess I just break hearts on the go.” I roll my eyes. “Oh, please! On the go? Are you kidding me?”

I used to have a playful, sweet son, Shawn Sorensen. But now, his skin looked pale and puffy from being underwater for too long. The blood on the severed half of his hand had dried up a long time ago, but it would never heal. People kept telling me to cry and get my pain out, but I didn't. I quietly handled everything for Shawn before placing him in the cold coffin. That was when I got a call from Zach Sorensen.

“I want you to spend the rest of your life in the hellhole. And I promise you, you won't be able to get out this time” “You will never be able to get out of this place”. “Your mother killed my mother. My regret is not telling her myself!”. I said and slammed the prison bar, before I turned and left. “I am not done with you!!! Get back here, Micheal!!! I must kill you!!!”. He yelled at the top of his lungs and kept on slamming the prison bar, as if he wanted to destroy it. But, I never turned back to look at him. Neither did I spare a glance at him. He should go to hell and live the rest of his life with a disfigured face, a broken spine, and a broken leg.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

‘I promise you I'll be better’ ‘I promise you I'll try’ ‘But like rubbing wine stains into rugs, it's my curse’ ‘To try and make it right, but by trying make it worse’ ‘I’m the heartbreak that aches far too much to be shunned’ ‘All those letters unsent and that garden ungrown’ ‘I’m the captain of courage that you've eternally lacked’ ‘I’m the Jesus of wishing to Christ he'll come back’

There was a plant and a framed quote behind me: “Ashes to beauty” The interviewer,Whitney,appeared on the screen,poised and polished. With a short intro,we dove into the interview proper. “Misss Sophia,your story has touched millions in weeks. But if you had to go back to the moment you were heartbroken,what would you tell that version of yourself.” I paused,then smiled gently. “I'd tell her that heartbreak won't break her forever. That the loss of something isn't the end. It can be the beginning of the real you.”

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.”