Arthur Morgan Quotes Sad Novels & Stories

But he did not understand a thing. Morgan looked at them and understood, so he came forward and decided to explain, "Well, by what he said, Lucy meant that you guys are boring but yet soothing for mind and heart; you guys are stupid but genius at times; you guys are coconuts; and bla bla bla... I do not want to say much; just get it yourself. I am leaving. I just came here to talk about the email you sent me this morning, but seems like you guys are bonding, so—” Morgan said, gave them a salute, and left.

Theo uttered in anger and frustration. Arthur clenched his jaws and reached for his glass which had little whiskey left in it. He drank it and stumped the bottom of the glass on the table. “I’m sorry, but I’m not the strong man you think I am. I don’t think I can be strong for anyone.” He responded and turned to walk away. “Yes, you can! You are just being scared! You can’t imagine a life without Aurora, which is totally understandable because you’re in love with her. But do you think she’d ever want to return to the man you’re becoming?

" I said this after a little pause. Arthur is a real cry baby, and I sometimes admire him for it, but I also dislike it since I believe he does cry a lot. Arthur inhaled while salivating his lower lips. "Mister handsome. I need you to be brave. Okay. You are aware of my horrible fate, and when it comes to claim me, please... Please don't ever cry for me. my soul will not rest if you do. I don't want to watch you cry, and I'd like you to quit being weak, please. I love you, but you must swear not to cry anytime you see me in pain." I said this while touching his cheeks and attempting to strike a bargain with him.

Ethan whispered, his voice broken. “I’m not done,” Liam snapped, his eyes never leaving Arthur’s. “You call him a disappointment? He’s the most brilliant architect I’ve ever met. He sees things in his head that you couldn't even dream of. He’s not your crutch, and he’s sure as hell not your shadow. He’s his own person, and if you can’t see that, then you’re the one who’s blind.” Arthur stood up, his face a mottled, ugly purple. “You dare speak to me like this in my home? You are nothing! You are a gutter-rat who managed to find a suit!”

He leans forward, grabs a bottle of water from the front, and hands it to me. I take it and chug the entire thing, the cool liquid soothing my raw throat. “Thanks,” I mutter, sniffing. “I’m sorry,” Arthur says quietly. My heart twists violently. He shouldn’t be apologizing. I’m the hot mess here— not him. “It’s okay.” I force a smile. “I’m just… stressed from work and teaching. You know how it is.” Arthur doesn’t buy it. I can see it in his eyes. “You can always quit if you want to,” he starts, then pauses when my expression falters. “But I know you won’t. You seem happiest when you’re playing the piano.”

Arthur tells his friend, who looks not so happy to see him. "What did you do to Mari? He asked, not ready to pretend about anything. "I did absolutely nothing to her, she is worried about me, and I feel it has everything to do with Mogana, but I know that as soon as she is buried, everyone could go back to their normal lives. I feel for Mogana, she died, trying to save me, I feel indebted to her, I feel I owe her a debt, which I will never be able to pay". Luther who had looked all angry before, calmed down, just hearing his friend speak.

"I should have been smarter. I should have been braver. But I wasn't. And now, she's gone. She's with him, and I'm left with nothing but regret." Carter held him close, letting him cry out his sorrow. "You did the best you could, Arthur," he said softly. "That's all anyone can ask for. Sometimes, even when we do everything right, things still don't work out. But that doesn't mean you failed. It just means that sometimes, life has other plans." ****

Since I was right next to him I started slamming him on the back a little too hard, biting my lip from smiling too much. “You have no idea Auri.” Morgan sighed. Holding back my smile hurt so bad. I wanted to burst out laughing. “Sometimes, I feel like werewolves and mates have the right idea.” I froze, the smile dying and the laughter disappearing. “It’s not all its cracked up to me.” Morgan sputtered. “I’m sorry princess! I know! I was just speaking as a whole.” “I know Papa.” I gave him a sad smile and took my glass to the couch. “Maybe I should just date Max.”

she broke off suddenly, giving a shy smile "It's a ridiculous feeling, isn't it?" “Of course not, Charlie." he consoled her, touched "And you don't know how sorry I am for your mother and grandfather not being able to be by your side in two days... Honestly, I'm sorry that even Anthony is no longer here, even though I don't know whether his reaction would be good." Morgan sighed. "But if it's any consolation to you, as long as you keep thinking of them with such love, they'll always be with you, no matter where you go." He smiled, making a little sniffle.

I had no idea why I had asked, it wasn't as though they were both themselves now and would be reasonable enough to answer the question. "Well, for one thing, you reminded me of my mother and that is just crazy, she's dead by the way," Edgar said. Crazy indeed, I thought inwardly. "Well, I was laughing because you sound ridiculous," Arthur said and started laughing again. Did I sound that ridiculous? I had no idea. Or was it just the alcohol in them talking? It was going to let me think continuously that it was. "Well... Okay, thank you for that information." "You're welcome," Arthur said when he stopped laughing and wiped the tears from his eyes. I rolled my eyes again. I couldn't remember h