Sad Love Quotes Of Broken Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her lips moved but words failed her. "I know it's shocking but trust me I saw you suffering in one-sided love. I went through that phase as well. It's the worst type of love. Your good heart made me fall for you. I will shower you with love, I promise. Only a broken heart can mend another broken heart."

And most of all, I can't help it when the love of my life can't love me back. 'God, I'm turning into a sap,' I thought bitterly. What can you do? No matter how tough you are, when a heart gets broken like shattered glass, it can't be undone. You'd break down, forget who you are, or what you stand for, and end up like a pile of shit. After today's stunt, never again will I break down. I'm not going back that road never, ever again... for her.

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”

Anger, pain, and sadness are fostering my soul. “I can’t handle this pain and sadness anymore. I am tired.” I said while I am inside of my comfortable room and having a bath. The water from the shower continues falling onto my skin that is giving me a cold sensation. “2020, why are you like that?” I said while my tears are still falling too. This year is a rollercoaster. You don’t know what will happen next. One thing I’ve learned from the past days, let the person you love feel how you love them so much because when they’re gone, you’ll going to regret every moment you have wasted.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you." The chords came easily after that, the words came naturally. Phrases became stanzas. From her broken heart. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you. Say something, I'm giving up on you. Anywhere, I would have followed you." Too true. She would have followed her beloved anywhere. Even if it meant she wouldn't wake up anymore. She would have, without second thoughts. "And I will swallow my pride. You're the one that I love and I'm saying goodbye." Yes. She was saying goodbye. "Say something, I'm giving up on you."

The image of Sophia's unwavering strength in the face of adversity lingered like a bittersweet melody. Larry, his eyes reflecting the pain of loss, spoke of the love they had shared. "She was my world, my love, my everything. I'll cherish her memory for the rest of my life." The room absorbed the weight of his words, a testament to a love that transcended the boundaries of time and existence.

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again.

Adam leaned in closer, and when he heard what she was saying, his heart damn near ripped in half. “I’m sorry, Adam,” she whispered, the pain in her voice tearing him apart. “I’m sorry, Adam. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” “No,” he said softly. He kissed her closed eyelids. “No, Katie. Don’t do that.” “I’m broken,” she said, shaking harder. “I’m broken. Broken… broken… broken…” “No.” His voice caught now, and he cleared his throat. “You’re not.”

I opened my eyes again. “But it was too late.” The room felt tense. “You know… some people are just not meant to be loved,” I said quietly. “So if she leaves… as long as she is happy, that will be enough for me.” I paused. “It does not mean I will ever be okay.” My chest tightened. “I am a broken heart… and a tired soul, Trevor.” A voice suddenly cut through the room. “Ugh… both you and Adele sound exactly the same.”

Her hand still holding mine. And softly whispered toward the Silence: “You were only trying to protect everyone from heartbreak.” The Silence trembled weakly. The network quieted. And finally The cold voice spoke not like a system. But like something wounded. “We were tired of watching love die.” My chest ached painfully. Because maybe that was the saddest thing in the universe. Not evil. Exhaustion. The kind of heartbreak that convinces people never feeling again is safer. Lila’s tears fell quietly.