Quotes On Breaking Novels & Stories

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?

"She won't ever betray me..." "You said that once before... You vouched for Rhea that she won't ever hurt you... You told me she loved you so much that she won't ever think of betraying you, but what happened in the end? She broke you... She left you for someone else, and..." "Enough!" I cut him off between gritted teeth. His words are bringing back the memories I have buried long ago, the memories I don't ever want to think about for any reason. "What if Ariel decides to leave you too..."

They got me there. I laughed for the second time but with tears rolling from my bloodshot eyes now. The pain was not so bearable that I had to resort to drinking liquors that I'd never done my whole life. They were right when they say when you had it bad liquor is your last resort to forget the pain. They were also wrong with the fact that it will make me forget because I can't and did not for freaking sake! Why did I even listen to that? Huh?! Those words just fooled me and made me believe things that I shouldn't have done.

"She was also like you but she was broken and I slowly watched her fade away till it was too late to save her." I didn't know who he was talking about but my heart ached for her even though I didn't know her. "Don't mind me," he wiped his tears away smiling and I watched him silently, not saying anything. "I only have one thing to say to you." "Do not allow anyone break you. Do not allow anyone put out your fire and if you have to fight your way to be at the top, do not let anyone stand in your way."

Somewhere between my second cup of coffee and his third whiskey, the distance between us disappeared. After a while, I leaned back, sighing. “You ever think maybe we’re all just… broken people who met at the wrong time?” Tomas chuckled. “That’s the most poetic shit I’ve heard in weeks.” “I’m serious.” “So am I,” he said. “But maybe that’s what makes it work. Broken recognizes broken.” That line stuck in my chest. He wasn’t wrong. I smiled, small but genuine. “You know what? For someone who works for a mob family, you’re not half bad.”

And quietly—almost like a warning—he said: “Some things don’t break. They cut.”

He chuckled before whispering in my ear, "Everyone can be broken. You too will break. Soon." They both left a moment later, leaving me trembling and filled with dread. I placed one hand on my chest, feeling my heart thunder against my ribcage. I believed Eric's words. I believed it because, as I sat on that cold ground, overwhelmed by helplessness, something within me began to crack... ***

I think I am broken. -----------

“It didn’t feel like fighting. It felt like… drowning.” Ghost’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s what it feels like when someone breaks you down long enough. You start believing the water’s stronger than you.” He stepped closer, but not too close. Just enough that his presence anchored her. “But you’re still here. You didn’t let it take you.” Her eyes burned, tears stinging. She dropped her gaze, whispering, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I’m not broken.” “You are broken,” Ghost said simply. “We all are. Difference is whether you stay shattered, or let people help you put the pieces back.”