Depressed Sad Breakup Quotes Novels & Stories

Pressing my shaky lips together, I wiped the tears which collected in my eyes, pulling my hair. “I am sorry, I just… This was becoming too much for me to bear.” My voice came out dead, I was on the verge of sobbing. He opened his mouth to amplify my sorrow but stopped with a sigh, knowing that would be cruel at this point. “It’s okay. You must be frustrated… after what she told you.” he whispered, offering me his hand to stand up and regain my composure. Taking his hand, I stood up, looking down from depression again, “I am not frustrated. I am heartbroken. I.. I…”

Prologue The Williams Briana's POV “I'm sorry, Ms. Briana! I didn't mean to forgot about it. It's just that I am really experiencing depression right now because of my break up with my boyfriend!” The woman was crying a river in front of me. My eyes were closed trying to find peace. But how can I find peace when I am hearing the same old song from this employee of mine? My ears were bleeding by hearing her reason for the third time.

my bitter quote. It was as if I was taken aback by the last thing I said. I am so dead! It was only a week, but why does the pain seem so painful. Or I am just expecting more from him. I wiped away the tears, before taking a taxi. I didn't look at him, because until now I felt like I was getting burned. I went home in tears, my night was very secluded. It used to be like that but from what I witnessed before, I lost even more strength to associate with others. Love wasn't this sharp you can't say it's just a touch and it's deep.

My ride was more like a therapy session and I must say I indeed need one urgently because it felt like I was losing mine and I was feeling depressed. When I got to my room I didn't even bother unboxing my box I just went straight to the bed to lay down for a while. I was just going to stay here for today. By tomorrow I would sort myself out and know what my next move would be. I picked up my phone and decided to send a breakup message to Hayden because I was too sad to say it to him. I was about to type when I remembered what he said to me earlier. Hayden hurt me so much I must say denying the child and also claiming that I was imposing someone's else's child on him. I'd so insane to think o

Before they could say more, I forced a smile and quickly replied, "I have moved on. Loving myself was the best decision I ever made. We weren't meant to be. Thanks for reminding me, but it's in the past now. It's not a big deal. I'm not the first person to go through this. What wasn't meant to be will never be meant to be. I've forgotten about him, although it's a bittersweet memory. We ended things amicably, like mature adults, and decided it was best for both of us. Now, I've learned the difference between love and infatuation." My response sounded like a motivational speech, filled with determination, and I shrugged it off before walking away. But what happened when I got home after that

“The night – the night he broke up with you after you had the miscarriage” I gasped. My heart shattered and I nearly broke down to the floor. The memories were resurfacing in my brain, the dejected feeling I felt then rushing back to brain and holding me captive. It was at this moment that the tears stung my eyes, they were painful and it was hard to blink them away because they were already rolling down my cheeks in big fat drops “You just – I was – what?” I couldn’t form my words “What the hell Sophie!” “I’m sorry Jessica, I’m so sorry – I didn’t mean for it to happen but it just did and I’m so sorry. I should have told you a long time ago but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it”

An arrow hit me right in the chest. The sorrows written in my fate breaking me mercilessly, under the terror of losing my sanity, the horror of hearing what has just happened. What have I done..? The scar given to me will increase from time to time, nothing can save me from this unnerving swamp of repentance and sadness. Overwhelmed by the feeling of this tormenting dejection, the light of hope fades away. No words can explain the depression I am going through, it's endless. “I am so sorry…” I rest my head on Rebecca’s lap to give myself some consolation.

I lost weight, became depressed, and was practically a shell of the person I used to be. “That makes me really happy for you.” She reaches across the table and clasps my hand with hers after I place my cup down. “I never meant to rush you before you were ready, but I did worry I was losing you along your grief journey. You’re only twenty-seven and I do think you deserve to be happy and even find love again—when you’re ready.” Tears threaten to fall from the brim of her dark eyes. “I know. I never felt that you did, but truthfully, love is kind of the last thing from my mind at the moment.”

About any relationship, really. I just don't want to look as stupid as I feel. I also don't want to be that girl who sits and cries every day. I mean, that's exactly what I'm doing, but I don't want it to be known. I have always rolled my eyes at the girls who post things about being sad after a breakup. Like, do you think that will bring whoever you lost back? It won't. All it will do is make you look pathetic.

"You're a horrible singer by the way." "See it in this way, you found a great way out from being miserable for the rest of your life, I mean what if she would've killed you later on, or you died of depression because you were sad," I said enthusiastically and I felt as if I was getting through to him. "What are you talking about now?" he asked confused and all I was thinking about was how slow he is when somebody breaks up with him. "I want food." "Let's get you food, Robyn."