Romans & histoires Arthur Morgan Quotes Sad

“I brought you here because, dumb as you are, you’re still part of this family. And we don’t have the luxury of cutting you loose just yet. Someone has to make you understand how serious this is before you drag us all into the gutter. Dad’s not going to live forever, and when he’s gone, guess what? We’re on our own. You think you’re gonna survive partying your way through that?” He scoffs, but I don’t let him interrupt. I press on, jabbing my finger into his chest. “You’re a joke, Arthur. A pathetic excuse for a man who can’t even step up when it matters. All you do is take, take, take. You don’t give a damn about anyone but yourself. And guess what? When all of this falls apart—and it will

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.

Arthur said. “That’s right, I don’t have any evidence for that, but I will make sure you feel the same way as me or even worse,” “You can’t touch me, Sarah, you have nothing, and no one behind you to support you, you better stay where you are before you regret it,” Arthur said. “Or make sure you take good care of your family and your image, maybe someone like me is the reason for the destruction of your life, it's nice to hear your voice again, I hope I can see and talk to you in person, my hubby,”

Martha “Since you know such a technique? Why haven’t you tried it on yourself and escaped?” I asked curiously. “Well, my powers aren’t sufficient enough for a job like that,” Morgan replied, with a hint of sadness in his voice. “What do you mean?” I inquired, feeling puzzled.

"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

Morgana raised an interesting brow at me. "I thought this would be some kind of bitter medicine mom always forced us to have back then." I voiced out my thoughts and Morgana laughed at me. "Not all are bitter." She pointed out. I nodded in understanding and I opened my mouth when I saw her raise her hand with another spoonful. "And about mom," her smile dropped and there was a hint of sadness in her tone and her eyes. "I wish she was here to put us through." She muttered sadly. I noticed she fought back her tears.

Although he still thought that Natalie would live a happier life after breaking up with John, if he had known that she would cry like this because she missed him, he really shouldn't have been so mean. But now, it was too late to regret. He could only slowly squat down beside her and whispered, "Natalie..." She heard that, but she had no reaction. At this time, apart from crying, she seemed to have forgotten everything else. She cried desperately. Finally, Arthur couldn't help but hold her in his arms. "Don't be sad, don't be sad, at least... you still have me." "But he's gone, he's really gone!" It was just a simple sentence, but when she said it, her tears never stopped.

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?