Book About Failure Novels & Stories

Samuel was sentenced to several years for corporate crimes, while Monica faced heavy fines for defamation and cyberbullying. Gossip traveled even to prison, where Samuel's actions were equally despised. He was tormented behind the scenes and fell seriously ill shortly after his arrival. I heard he was now a shadow of his former self. All of Monica's assets were frozen, but they still could not cover the damage. She became a debtor defaulter, and her son had to withdraw from his elite private school. After transferring to a regular school, Milo was constantly targeted by rumors and gossip due to the widely publicized scandal. Gradually, his psychology became increasingly twisted, and he blame

“Because those who are fine don’t sit alone in the dark drinking cheap wine out of a bottle.” I let my eyes fall closed for a few seconds before taking a breath and turning to my grandpa. “I wanted to warn Diana and keep her from being disappointed later in life, but I get the blame for Peter being a Grade-A douchebag and it cost me my job…it feels like I failed. And then when I look back at my life, I see there’s been a lot of failure in there.” “How lucky you are that you get to fail. You can only fail if you’re living, and that’s not something you should ever take for granted.”

"Abby, this is fate. No one can fight it. Don't be too upset. Try to let it go, okay?" Abigail stood there quietly, her back perfectly straight, saying nothing. Her dark eyes settled heavily on him. The warmth and affection from before were completely gone, leaving only lifeless coldness. She watched his clumsy, laughable performance in silence. Just then, the sudden vibration of Abigail's phone shattered the suffocating silence. Her secretary sent her a file. It was 578 pages long and detailed every bit of suffering Dad and I had endured over the past three years. Abigail looked down and scrolled through the document, reading every word. The document was blunt and unsparing, exposing the bl

“The one you made as a child. I know what you tried to do for Sarah.” Something flickered across her face, quick and involuntary, gone before I could fully read it. “Then you know I failed,” she said, her voice tightening. “That’s what that tape actually documents, if you look at it clearly. Not courage. Failure. An eleven-year-old girl who knew something terrible and did nothing meaningful with that knowledge for thirty years.”

I asked the class loudly, writing the word FAILURE in massive capital letters across the board. I turned back to face the rows. "Psychology tells us that individuals fail due to a specific variety of reasons. Low self-esteem, a severe lack of self-awareness, and incredibly poor thinking patterns. These poor patterns mean they cannot process basic logic, blame external factors for their downfalls, and cannot focus on actual growth. And since we do not have a textbook mental picture of what such a defective person looks like..." I paused, pointing my marker directly at the back row. "...we will just make use of what we have readily available. Vickerry."

I failed healing myself and became worst instead. Four years ago, I tried committing suicide. I tried to take my own life as I had no reason to live anymore. My life was broken and I lived in the dark. Lily, Lucas, and Brian witnessed it all. They saw how crumpled I was. They saw how miserable I was. “I'm a failure,” I said, without looking away from him. “I failed to take my own life,” itsclarixass

What a sob story he had chosen to tell me because to think about a month ago, he had me kill mine. There you go. My story with George and now it's quite clear that I had a big letter 'F' for failure when it comes to men. Don't say it's just three, wait until you hear about the others.

Alan opened his mouth to speak, but Zack spoke before him, coming behind him. “Don’t be afraid of failure. It is a natural part of learning. Everyone fails before they can get good at something. Like a child would fall down after standing for the first time.” Zack stopped beside his father. “Failing is better than not trying. You’re not a loser if you fail, but you are a loser if you give up.” His words encouraged her a bit. “Okay. I’ll look at it later.” She told them both. “Great.” He told her.

Shit, even my dog is able to provide him with what he needs when I again have failed. A failure. That's what I am. When it all comes down to it, every single thing I have attempted to do with my life I have failed at. I have messed up just about every job I ever had with the exception of my current job which is ending regardless. Every relationship I attempted with other men always ended in failure. I never even had a best friend before Amanda. Even in college, I was always on academic probation, barely earning my degrees and always taking twice as long as the other students. And now here I am unable to respond or even physically move to comfort the one person who not only deserves it b

Let it sit in the room. “This address is not primarily about the people who did this to him. Their names are in the court filings. The record will deal with them in the way records deal with things permanently, precisely, without mercy for inaccuracy.” I looked at the room. “This address is about him. About what it means when the systems we trust fail the people who trust them. And about what it costs in years, in grief, in the slow and exhausting labour of refusing to let a lie stand to correct that failure.” I spoke for twenty-two minutes.