Quotes On Breaking Novels & Stories

At the center, a quote in capital letters: **"You are not broken. You are blooming in places no one sees." She turned, tears welling, and found Killian at the opposite end of the room, paint still on his hands. "I didn't ask permission," he said with a self-conscious smile. "I hoped you'd get it." She looked at the mural, then at him. "You remembered that quote," she breathed. "It made me think of you," he replied. "The way you survived me. The way you rebuilt your life." There was silence between them, thick with all the things unsaid.

Her breath caught. “But breaking doesn’t always mean ending,” I continued, my voice gentler now, steadier as I managed to sniff in my snort. “Sometimes it just means we come back… differently.” She stared at me like she was trying to hold onto every word, like they might slip away if she didn’t. “There’s a saying,” I added, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb lingering there for just a second, “pieces broken beyond repair that come back together can’t be broken again.”

I said as the anchor watched me slowly and then nodded. “One last question,” she said and I braced myself. “If you could say anything to the world right now, what would it be?” she continued. This time, I didn't hesitate, I turned slightly, facing the camera directly. My reflection stared back at me through the lens, but it didn't feel like the same woman anymore. “I won't be broken,” I said firmly, my voice didn't shake. “Not by lies, not by betrayal, not by anyone who thinks they can reduce me to something small. Not anymore” I said and I exhaled. The words landed with weight.

So I lock my phone and throw it across the room. Coach Stevens' words echo in my head: You're not protecting her. You're just making yourself feel better about being a coward. He was right. And then, I pick up my phone.

Adrian didn't glance her way, keeping his firm grip on the wheel as he spoke with a quiet, unyielding severity devoid of remorse: — "Do not delude yourself, Dana, and do not weave stories that never existed in the first place... I never deceived you, nor did I ever make you a promise. You went along with this game of your own free will and full awareness." Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, and a bitter coldness settled inside the car; she couldn't tell how the vehicle's air conditioning had suddenly turned so icy, while her face gradually transformed from the weakness of a heartbroken lover into that of a woman determined to scorch the heart of the man who had broken hers.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

She said, "Mom, you can't keep breaking your promises like this in the future, okay?" Celeste was silent for a moment. "...Okay. I got it."

“Because I remember what it is to be broken.” The child’s lip trembled. I felt the echo of many past failures. I thought of mistakes I couldn’t fix and people I couldn’t save. I touched his hair, rough and still wet from the morning wash. “You’ll survive this,” I said. “Stronger than you think. I… I won’t let it break you completely.”

About everyone she planned to destroy. Her handwriting messy. Jagged. Like her thoughts. Like her heart. In the middle of the page, circled three times, one word stood out. Fire. She stared at it. Smiled. Touched the word like a prayer. She laughed again. Quieter this time. More disturbing because of it. "They think I'm broken." She whispered. "They think I'm done." She looked up. Eyes gleaming. "But broken things are the most dangerous. Because they have nothing left to lose."

Angel and two other girls were blocking the doorway. “Well. Well. Well. If it isn’t little Ms. Pretty Woman.” She said referencing the Julia Roberts movie. “That’s who she looks like. Right girls? A whore turned classy in that dress.” They all laughed. “What do you want Angel?” Panic began building inside me. They stood like a blockade of soldiers and I wasn’t going anywhere. Angel twisted open a red soda and took a sip before saying, “Do you know what I hate more than anything?” I didn’t bother answering.