Quotes On Breaking Novels & Stories

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.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

“Or maybe it’s just what’s left when everything else breaks.” Silence settled again. Daniel set his cup down, leaning back slightly. “You ever think maybe the break is where it starts?” I frowned. “What do you mean?” He smiled faintly. “You can’t rebuild without breaking first.” I held his gaze a second longer than necessary. There was something in the way he said it, like he wasn’t offering comfort, just stating something he’d already lived through. “Maybe you’re right,” I murmured. A few minutes later, he checked his watch and stood. “I should go. Meeting at ten.”

My world shattered. --- "They hit me." Emily struggled to speak between sobs. "I tried to stop them." "They had guns." "They..." She broke down completely. "I'm so sorry." I wrapped my arms around her. None of this was her fault. Marcus had planned this. Every detail. Every move. He knew exactly how to hurt me. He had taken the one person I couldn't live without. --- Michael crouched beside the broken window. "There are tire marks." One detective hurried upstairs.

The tip of my nose. "There is not a single iota of you that is unlovable. You draw people towards you as if you were the sunshine. You cast light wherever you go. If you were truly broken, truly damaged, you wouldn't be trying to live a life baking cupcakes to give joy to others. You would wither away in the dark, spread hate and anguish with every exhale. I know what broken looks like. I grew up with it. Stared it in the face. Killed it."

Chapter 13: Mistakes Albert Camus once wrote, "Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken." But I wonder if there's no breaking then there's no healing, and if there's no healing then there's no learning. And if there's no learning then there's no struggle. But the struggle is a part of life. So must all hearts be broken? – Nathan Scott, One Tree Hill ********** I silently made my way into Nate's apartment, I felt so dirty doing what I was doing right now but I needed answers.

Never Again 🌷 “Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me I've been broken before…” -Ali Gatie, It's You ~•~ "It works like this, your daddy says you need to have soup, so here's the deal, every time you have a spoon of soup, you get a bonus card with a surprise in it which you can receive when you get better." I smiled, and his eyes shone in excitement while looking at his father for permission.

The windows allowed natural light to pour in which provided a warm glow to the room during day time. Then the remaining walls were painted with warm peach color and adorned with frames having some of the best quotes of all time. Claire's favorite one of all was, "So you are shattered?! It's okay. Every shattered piece can be made whole again. Just give it a little effort and attention." She felt that this quote was portraying her life condition. She had the broken pieces of her life collected in her palms and by jumping into the field of career, she was attempting to rebuild it again.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Tonight that illusion shattered. A broken laugh escaped my lips before it dissolved into a sob. My fingers reached for one photograph, trembling so violently that I almost couldn't hold it. I looked into those familiar eyes. Those eyes I had memorized. Those eyes I had dreamed about for years. "Why...?" The word barely left my mouth. My throat burned. "Why did you do this to me...?" There was no answer. Only silence. I stared at the picture as though Ethan could somehow hear me. "As if you were standing right here..."