Breaking Down Quotes

“If we want to reconcile passion with patience, we should treasure endurance, the middle path, allowing weathered engagement with life without burning out or breaking down. Indeed, endurance is a valuable companion. ("The umbrella of our imagination")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Sometimes, breaking down is the bravest thing you can do.”
― Vironika Tugaleva

“Or… maybe I’m not going crazy. “Maybe I’m some sort of android-cyborg-clone-thing, and I’m just breaking down.
I’m not sure which way is worse.
Dad laughs. “You’re not in your right mind, dear,” he says. “No, no, no, you’re not.”
And then—
—Silence.

Dad fades away. The reverie chair disappears.

There’s just blackness. I remember then that I am in the reverie of something dead. Whatever that thing was, it was dead.
And, just as I’m starting to wonder if, perhaps, I have died, too, I see a light, far away in the corner of the dreamscape. The light isn’t soft; it’s not glowing. It crackles like silent lightning, burning with electricity, sparks flying out and fizzling in the dark.
I don’t know why—it makes no sense, the way dreams often don’t—but I want to touch the light.
So I do.”
― Beth Revis, The Body Electric

“I thought about how the smallest of things could set someone on a bustling fire when you didn't have the right shoulder to lean on.”
― Diyar Harraz, Like The Starlings

“I’m breaking
down
and I’ve
got so
little time
to
do it”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“Maybe you’re not breaking down.
Maybe you’re breaking through.”
― Scott Stabile

“I couldn't read, and it had almost killed me. I hadn't even won properly. I sank to my knees, letting the platform carry me, and covered my face in my shaking hands.

Tears burned just before pain seared through my left arm. I would never beat the third task. I would never free Tamlin, or his people. The pain shot through my bones again, and through my increasing hysteria, I heard words inside my head that stopped me short.

Don't let her see you cry.

Put your hands at your sides and stand up.

I couldn't. I couldn't move.

Stand. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you break.

My knees and spine, not entirely of my own will, forced me upright, and when the ground at last stopped moving, I looked at Amarantha with tearless eyes.

Good, Rhysand told me. Stare her down. No tears- wait until you're back in your cell. Amarantha's face was drawn and white, her black eyes like onyx as she beheld me. I had won, but I should be dead. I should be squashed, my blood oozing everywhere.

Count to ten. Don't look at Tamlin. Just stare at her.

I obeyed. It was the only thing that kept me from giving in to the sobs trapped within my chest, thundering to get out.

I willed myself to meet Amarantha's gaze. It was cold and vast and full of ancient malice, but I held it. I counted to ten.

Good girl. Now walk away. Turn on your heel- good. Walk toward the door. Keep your chin high. Let the crowd part. One step after another.

I listened to him, let him keep me tethered to sanity as I was escorted back to my cell by the guards-who still kept their distance. Rhysand's words echoed through my mind, holding me together.

But when my cell door closed, he went silent, and I dropped to the floor and wept.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I wept for hours. For myself, for Tamlin, for the fact that I should be dead and had somehow survived. I cried for everything I'd lost, every injury I'd ever received, every wound- physical or otherwise. I cried for that trivial part of me, once so full of colour and light- now hollow and dark and empty.

I couldn't stop. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't beat her. She won today and she had known it.

She'd won; it was only by cheating that I'd survived. Tamlin would never be free, and I would perish in the most awful of ways. I couldn't read- I was an ignorant fool. My shortcomings had caught up with me, and this place would become my tomb. I would never paint again; never see the sun again.

The walls closed in- the ceiling dropped. I wanted to be crushed; I wanted to be snuffed out. Everything converged, squeezing inward, sucking out air. I was grasping for my body, but it hurt too much each time I tried to maintain the connection. All I had wanted- all I had dared want, was a life that was quiet, easy. Nothing more than that. Nothing extraordinary. But now... now...”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Nesta didn't see the lake, or the stones, or the sunlight and green.

Her vision blurred, and her eyes stung as if they had been sliced- cleaved open to allow the tears to pass.

She made it to the stones before she fell to her knees, so hard the rock bit into her bones. Was she worth being counted?

She knew the answer. Had always known it.

Cassian whirled toward her, but Nesta didn't see him, either, or hear his words..

Not as she buried her face in her hands and wept.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Well, maybe you can keep it. But you definitely have to put in a catalytic converter.”

“It’s on my list,” I assure her. “Right after a new floor for the back seat, just in case I ever have passengers.”

Parker peers into the back. “Whoa, is that the ground?”

“Air-conditioning,” I supply, tight-lipped. “Old-school.”
― Gordon Korman, The Unteachables

“You break in motions because sometimes our emotions get the best of us.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“You can’t really imagine the pain of someone breaking down, even when they’re part of you. Holding the unlit end of a burning cigarette will never tell you how quietly the other end is turning to ash.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja