Words Of Comfort For A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

"So, I make you trust. Trust that I'll be here. Right here by your side. Dead or alive. Breathing or not. Waking or sleeping. I'll be right there when you turn to your side. You don't even have to turn around for it to make sure I'm there, flower. Because you'll feel me. You'll feel me best when you walk. You'll feel me when you breathe. You'll feel me when you sleep. You'll feel me when you feel like it's all becoming too much and you can't take it." "Really?" That really from her lips seemed to have torn me apart. It sounded that broken. I knew she was broken. I did. I just didn't it was this bad. This bad... "Really." I said as I nodded my head at her lightly kissing her forehead yet agai

His companion nodded in agreement, adding, “Perhaps peace isn’t the absence of pain, but the courage to keep loving despite it.” The conversation drew the attention of an elder, who approached with a kindly smile. “My dear ones,” he said softly, “every day is a chance to mend what was broken. Our scars remind us of what we’ve overcome, and our laughter is the anthem of our resilience. Cherish these moments, for they are the building blocks of our future.”

"Don't… Did I say something wrong…?" "No…" Between hiccups and sobs, her words finally came out, thick with grief, "Michael… you're really unbearable… Why do you have to be so good to me…? Don't you know… if you weren't so good to me, I wouldn't feel like this, I wouldn't feel so useless…?" Hearing her cry like this, Michael's heart broke. He couldn't find words, only patted her back over and over, murmuring apologies, trying to comfort her.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

Taking a deep breath, I called on every happy memory and comfort I could muster and pushed it from my body and let it drift toward them like a gentle breeze. As it wrapped around them I felt their tension ease their rigid emotions like the comfort of a warm blanket in front of a fireplace on a cold winter night. For a minute I thought that this moment of reprieve from their sorrow might awaken hope in them, but just as soon as the comforting emotions I shared with them dissipated the same troubling emotions returned as if nothing else ever existed. “I don’t want to hurt you, just know that,” I said to them and whispered, “I’m sorry”.

I turn to look at him and I don't see that grumpy expression on his face anymore. “Sorry to intrude, miss, but I couldn't help overhear your conversation over the phone. And I want to say something to you. Bad days always promises a better tomorrow.” He smiles afterwards and I feel so grateful for his words. Though simple, but it's what I needed right now to mend my broken heart, for someone to think about me and my well-being for once and a stranger chose to be that person to think about me. I smile wholeheartedly, my chest feels a bit light after listening to him. “Thank you so much for your kind words, believe me, I really needed to hear those words.”

The air was heavy with her sorrow, and I felt my heart go out to her, aching to offer some semblance of solace. I was at a loss for words, struggling to find something - anything - to say to comfort her. I searched my heart and mind for a glimmer of wisdom, a sympathetic phrase, or even just a simple sentence to ease her pain. But my mind was blank, and my words felt stuck in my throat. I didn't know how to fix her heartache, and my inadequacy felt crushing. I finally managed to stammer out some words, trying to offer a semblance of comfort.

He put on a brave face, but his heart was broken. Thea excused herself and made her way directly to Alpha Knight, triplets in tow. She held out her hand, he shook it, but she kept a hold of him. “Our deepest condolences, Alpha Knight,” Thea said softly. “Thank you,” he said. She felt the parts of him that were in pain, and she brought in feelings of comfort and peace. It didn’t make the heartache disappear, but it softened the edges. He could see through the fog and focus on the moment at hand.

It broke my heart looking at her sobbing in front of me and I feel the need to comfort her. I didn’t say a word. I just want to make her feel that she’s not alone. I always did it to Dale. I never say a word to comfort him because I am not good at it and it will not help so I will just wrap my arms around him and empathize with him until he feels better. Dale’s POV