Depressed Sad Breakup Quotes Novels & Stories

I slipped into a depressive state, the weight of my emotions crushing me under their relentless weight. "Perhaps make yourself busy… or learn to have a proper talk with anyone you trust about this… I could be the one you need. You can suppress this emotion while working, Kristoff. It will affect your name," Ivar offered, his words tinged with wisdom and concern. "Do I look like I care anymore?" I retorted bitterly, retreating back to my bed. The only source of happiness in my life had been ripped away from me, leaving behind an unbearable void. The realization of my loss hit me like a wave, the pain of longing for my mate morphing into a crushing despair. Fate had dealt us a cruel hand, sepa

The atmosphere was a poignant blend of love and sorrow, a silent acknowledgment of the void left by Sophia's absence. Larry, the anchor of their shared grief, broke the silence. His voice, heavy with the burden of loss, echoed through the room. "I miss her, every moment of every day." The words hung in the air, a testament to the enduring ache that Sophia's departure had left in his heart.

She spent the night bawling her eyes out until she fell asleep from her own weeping. She let out a sigh and dropped her body on the bed once again. Luckily, she asked for a month of leave. She just wanted to be absorbed by her bed at that moment. She just wanted to lay there, cry when her heart hurts, and just stare into space doing nothing. When she was younger, she could not understand why people seemed to be so depressed after a break-up. She thought that it would be easier to divert their attention to somewhere instead of drowning in their own misery. But now that she was experiencing it personally, she could somehow understand that having one’s heart to be broken would result in an unpr

I know it’s not easy to write about such a topic, but I received some truly fantastic and entertaining submissions—more than I was able to post, so I want to thank you all! Everyone stay at it and don’t get discouraged by a few halfwits and Gloomy Garys here and there. And when you have that breakup that seems to knock you off your rocker: drink a few margaritas (with extra salt), rent a couple corny, syrupy romance movies, have some ice cream, go buy some wine and get back on your feet! Oh… and read my blog if you need some clueless oaf to laugh at for a moment. But most of all, don’t forget that you’re all wonderful.

“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

I cry, and he sighs squeezing my shoulder. “You’re going to take it one day at a time like you did when Sophie left.” I shake my head. “This is completely different. That break up was a joke compared to how broken I feel now.” I admit wiping my tears with the back of my hand. “I’m beside myself and incomplete without her, and I will be forever.” I sigh miserably, burying my face in my hands. “Fuck.”

"I can't imagine how much pain you're feeling right now, Sarah. Breakups are never easy- I remember what I went through the other time, I almost died of a heart attack. But please remember that we're here for you. You don't have to face this alone." Sarah let out a heavy sigh, tears streaming down her cheeks once again. "I know, and I appreciate both of you being here for me. But you know what? It's just... it's hard to let go. I thought we had a future together, and now it feels like everything has been a mansion in the cloud."

“Look! I’ve been there but best believe how you react to it is all that matters. The best thing you could do is to chill out and relive your mind” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “I broke up with my girl a couple of months ago. Apparently I wasn’t man enough for her. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m broke. Still I’m. She called me a powerless worm. This is someone with whom I invested 5 years with” Zara continued crying. She poured the remnant from the Hennessy into a glass from the counter gave him to drink. “To broken hearts, broken glasses and other broken things” she said as they clinked their glasses together in desolation.

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

I confronted, sizing him up. At that moment, his phone buzzed. He checked it, stood up immediately, and left without a single word. Look at the same man who said we should take things seriously, can't even give a basic goodbye. "Idiot," I murmured under my breath as he slammed the door. I guess I'll have to schedule a breakup soon. Why do they always ruin things? After taking the last sip from my glass, I smashed it against the wall in annoyance. I just wanted to feel something real for once, but it's like my heart is dead.