Ugly Hearts Quotes Novels & Stories

Love that comes after the damage is done is just another insult. He had finally seen my heart. But mine had died long ago. I typed two words. [It’s dirty.] Send. Block.

*Dug dub dug dub* *swallow*swallow* *Dug dub dug dub dug dub* Is my heart that noisy? many women say I'm handsome but my heart doesn't beat faster. Do I have a heart disease? "Pfft what, your liver is shaking?" He said laughing, I just shook my head. "It's really crazy." "Huh? What? I'm beautiful? I know that but thank you." I just scratched my head. I'm here now in the unused classroom, because it's old. "Have you been here for a while Steven the badboy." You can be a badboy, you're even more of a badboy than me! It's going to be Merk!

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu

Maybe there really is something wrong with me, because every single time I give someone my heart, they crush it in their fists and leave me bleeding around their feet. My heart is probably made of wool.

“I hate him. I should hate him. It’s the only thing that makes sense.” Her hands did not stop their calming movement. “Hate is a fire that consumes first the one who carries it, meine Liebe (my love),” she said, pausing. “And what sometimes seems like hate… isn’t. Sometimes it’s just a pain so deep it doesn’t know how to scream its own name.” I opened my eyes and looked at the ridiculous necklace in the velvet box. The diamond heart sparkled under the light, a grotesque symbol of everything false in my life.

I spat, who does he think he is, some sort of god? "I don't have a heart and I don't need one and do you know who else doesn't have a heart? Every man out there! They are all guided by their lustful feeling and they will get anything they want especially from a person like you, weak, pathetic, and fragile!" Those words went to my heart. He just rubbed salt in my wound and I felt every nerve in me sprout with anger.

Astor moved closer, his shadow falling across the polished bar surface like a dark confession waiting to be spoken. "Son, life is full of monsters and beasts lurking around every corner, hiding behind every smile," Mr. Astor Sinclair said, his voice carrying the weight of decades lived in boardrooms where truth was a luxury few could afford. "If you find just one person who genuinely loves you in this world, you should fall to your knees and thank whatever gods are listening." The words hung in the air like smoke from a dying cigarette, acrid and lingering. "You mean apart from someone like you," Liam replied, each word sharp enough to draw blood.

"I am an heiress from the wealthiest family in the world. Why would I want to mingle with someone as lowly as you, who came from a puny little family? Who did you think you were?" Then, I continued mocking him. "Still, I'll admit that I'd made a huge mistake in the past. I'd fallen in love with a selfish, greedy bastard in the past. However, he taught me how to pick myself up and find my will to live again. He made me realize that love is nothing but a useless concept for delusional people." Oscar's egoistic face fell when he saw how cold I was with him. Still, he didn't want to give up and tightly held onto my hand. "Aurora, the person I love is you. Don't be so heartless.

‘A time will come when everything good in you will be stolen away and burned to ashes, nothing you do will stop it,’ she’d sometimes add but her favorite quote was always, ‘You’re living in a bubble my darling and when it’s time to pop it, I’ll be there with fired dynamite to make it explode. “Asshole,” I whispered silently, closing my eyes and trying to get her the fuck out of my head. “Asshole,” I muttered a bit louder, feeling an insane anger rising in my chest, my fists clenching to breaking point, and my mind losing all sense of cautiousness. “Asshole!” I eventually gave in and screamed, gripping both sides of the rotting log that had become a home to so many things and doing all I coul

she didn't like her sulking all by herself. Ashley smiles, "Ed Sheeran said in his song that a heart that is broken is a heart that's loved, " she said, "why does it always end like this? Why does love have to be so painful and cruel hurting you when you've got no bad intentions, giving you hope and life only to take it back when you least expect it? Why does life even exist if it does no good? She asked in between her sobbing, she could feel it, her heart is shattered into tiny pieces and she can't do everything.