You Broke Me Quotes Novels & Stories

“Look! I’ve been there but best believe how you react to it is all that matters. The best thing you could do is to chill out and relive your mind” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “I broke up with my girl a couple of months ago. Apparently I wasn’t man enough for her. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m broke. Still I’m. She called me a powerless worm. This is someone with whom I invested 5 years with” Zara continued crying. She poured the remnant from the Hennessy into a glass from the counter gave him to drink. “To broken hearts, broken glasses and other broken things” she said as they clinked their glasses together in desolation.

"If you thought you fixed me by leaving me there all by myself, then you are wrong... you didn't fix Mom... You left me broken..." __________________________

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."

I won’t hesitate and I definitely won’t lose. “Break it.” The voice again. Closer now. Not around me. Inside me. “I already did,” I whisper. My fingers twitch. But they don’t feel like mine. Not completely. Not anymore. “Not enough,” it replies. Of course not. It’s never enough. Pain lingers in my bones— No— What’s left of them. Because something changed when I hit that ground. Something cracked. And something else— Slipped in. “You’re still holding on,” it says.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

Everything seemed to come back to my mind again. I don’t know what I should do. I’m confused, scared with what I might learn. I’m scared that what I’m about to learn will break me more into pieces. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fed up of being weak and how I always need to fix my broken self. If only… If only he loves me… I’ll be able to at least accept everything.

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.

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.”

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*