You Broke Me Quotes Novels & Stories

If he breaks you, I will heal you,' Roman said it like a vow. But Roy had said Roman would change if he detected any type of manipulation from me. How do I tell my truth to them without sounding like I lied to them? I cried harder thinking of what might happen when they find out.

“You are enough. You’ve always been enough. I was the one who wasn’t. I was broken—” “No.” He cut me off, his voice cracking. “Don’t feed me that excuse. Broken people still know who they love. Broken people don’t run to someone else’s arms. You weren’t broken; you were selfish. You wanted something, and you didn’t care what it cost.” I gasped, my tears coming harder. “That’s not true! You don’t know what it was like for me—”

I told her aggressively. " This is it, he broke me. I don't think I'll ever be whole again, I will never love or trust a man." I cried

Coated my cheeks in a sheet of moisture. But the laughing didn't stop. "I really am fucking broken, aren't I?" I asked through my fits. Bellamy shook his head. "Broken doesn't mean unfixable. We will get through this. Whatever you need, I will be here. Even if you don't tell him about me-" Another choked maniacal laugh rumbled into being between us. I couldn't help it.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

“Because I remember what it is to be broken.” The child’s lip trembled. I felt the echo of many past failures. I thought of mistakes I couldn’t fix and people I couldn’t save. I touched his hair, rough and still wet from the morning wash. “You’ll survive this,” I said. “Stronger than you think. I… I won’t let it break you completely.”

Why am I so utterly miserable? ​The street stretched endlessly before her, every step she took only heightening her sense of alienation and emptiness. Her tear-filled eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds as she wrapped her arms around her trembling frame, trying to grant herself a false warmth. But the shivering came from within—from the deepest recess of her broken soul. She no longer knew who she was or where she belonged now that the illusion she had spent years building had shattered.

With the speed the expression across her adorable face changes, it takes me by slight surprise. She frowns at me, grabbing me the collar of my shirt. “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You’re not broken, Vector. You’re hurt. Badly. It’s not like you asked for this. Sometimes life just loves to be a bitch and take us by surprise. But that doesn’t mean it’s always going to be like that. You’re going to be okay. It’s just going to take a bit more time. That’s all.” She holds my face with both her hands, kissing the tip of my nose. “Say it. Say you’re not broken. Say it out loud. I want to hear it.”

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

“You survived it. That’s what matters.” “But what if I’m broken now?” I whisper. “What if all the soft parts of me are gone? What if I’m too scared to let someone love me again? What if you wake up one day and realize you deserve someone whole?” He stares at me like I’ve just said the dumbest thing in the world. “Viola,” he murmurs. “You’re not broken.” I shake my head, not believing him. “You say that now—” “No,” he cuts in, gently but firmly. “Listen to me. You’re not broken. You’re brave. You’re still here. Still standing. You wrote through your pain. You pulled yourself out of something people spend decades trapped in. You didn’t disappear—you fought your way back.”