Arthur Morgan Quotes Sad Novels & Stories

Morgan heard this and suddenly started to laugh, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes were slightly closed, but Ashley felt that Morgan in front of him was hiding infinite bitterness in his heart. "What if I say that all this aura is an illusion?" Morgan sneered, "Not only that, but he is not a qualified husband or father!" ***

Morgan's face looked strained, he was trying to control himself. He stood up in front of me, lowering his gaze at Marcy, and then I heard it: his sad voice whispered, “Mate.” His eyes were tear-filled, and I felt sorry for the guy who, at such a young age, lost his first mate to a rogue attack, and now the goddess is granting him a second chance. Marcy moved away from me and stared straight into Morgan's eyes. “Mate”

“Um, for starters, your girlfriend of over 5 years whom you just broke up with two days ago, came to your office and caused a scene, and you’re telling me you don’t have any feelings of sadness or despair?” “Why should I? I broke up with her, didn’t I?” “Besides, she’s the least thing on my mind right now.” Liam’s look of confusion expanded the more. “That’s a lie.” He rebutted. Laim couldn’t believe it. Arthur was usually an emotional person. He was soft-hearted and could get emotional over little things. “I’m serious.” Arthur defended. “I’m not thinking about her right now.” “There’s someone else on my mind.” With his elbow resting and supported by the table, he nested his chin into the Cr

“We are running out of food again and we shouldn’t expend medicine on a commoner-” “She’s my sister Nathan! She’s all I have left! Those damn Zargans killed our mother! Please! Don’t do this to me!” Arthur yelled becoming even more upset. Aaron restrained him as he tried to lunge at Nathan in tears. “I don’t want to lose her too!” He fell to his knees sobbing. How sad… I remember his father committed suicide when I was little too.

“I was just about to find out who Taylor Swift’s date for the Met Gala was!” “Really, Charlotte?” Arthur barked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “You want to talk about what’s fair? Fine. Let’s ficken do that!” Arthur Morgan rarely raised his voice with his daughter, but now his tone was sharp enough to cut glass. His wild gesticulations made it clear that Charlotte was about to get a verbal lashing she wouldn’t soon forget.

They held such sadness. “You, Rhys Arthur Madigan are the most selfish man that I have ever met. You think of yourself as a victim while you treat others like trash. I know you can't stand me and you're not used to other people talking back but please understand that there are limits” He stared at me with wide open eyes for a few seconds and then burst out laughing, “are we seriously having this conversation right now? Did your mind suddenly go somewhere else again? Maybe you need to keep seeing a therapist?” he scoffed.

"You know what? I even want to break your left leg maybe. What if I told you that there are people who want your life so badly? Would you believe me?" "Hahahaha! You're funny too mister, your sense of humour is pretty good." "Do you see me as a joke? And I'm sure your laughter is the beginning of your downfall. I wonder if you'll still be laughing like this when that time comes? I don't think so." Morgan turned around and prepared to leave the man. But his steps stopped when he heard the man's words. "You're too arrogant, haven't you heard that above the sky there is still sky?" He said arrogantly as he watched Morgan stop walking.

“I honestly think you might be exaggerating. It’s better to have loved and lost than to never love at all. That is a famous quote from Alfred Lord Tennyson, if I remember correctly.” “If loss is the only thing you’ve known, there comes a time when you have to cut those losses. No pun intended,” replied Morgan defensively. “By your tone of voice, I’m guessing you’re coming off of a bad breakup?” asked Maddison. “It’s that obvious, huh?” said Morgan, digging into the appetizers. “I’ve been there before, although it was a while back. It sucks and no words can completely describe the hollow feeling that you get but you have to let yourself grieve. When you let it all out, pick yourself up and mo

His tone was dull, suggesting deep sadness. My hands clenched to my sides. “I am glad you finally decided to move forward. You cannot force someone to stay with you if she does not want to.” My voice sounded hoarse while I tried to choke back a sob. Oh, how I really wanted to confront Martina and give her a good beating for doing this to my brother. Marcus nodded. “You know what is funny?” I did not respond because Marcus does not seem to need any reply from me. He only needed someone who would listen to him.

Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died. Every eighty-five minutes, someone in the United Kingdom had taken away their own life, but what do you think would happen to those who had left behind? The aftermath of it? Nothing could take away the pain of loss—I was thinking—It was killing me how your mind could make you feel so worthless. I was thinking, what could I've had possibly done to help you? So, before you go, was there something I could have said to make your heartbeat better?