Heartless Selfish Quotes 소설 & 이야기

He stops but doesn't turn around. But I'm not done. "You think you can just call yourself an asshole and that excuses everything. Well, guess what? I'm an asshole, too. I let a sweet, trusting guy believe I had feelings for him because I was afraid to be alone. I'm estranged from my only living relative because I'm too ashamed of the mess I've become to speak to him anymore. I've spent most of my life pretending to be this selfless, generous person when in reality it was all just a show. I don't look at anything or anyone except to figure out how I might use them to make myself feel better." I throw my arms wide. "So there you have it. I'm just a selfish bitch."

Ungrateful just like I said. I let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I am selfish. And maybe it’s about damn time I started being selfish.” My jaw tightened. “Because all I ever do is give to someone who doesn’t appreciate it. What other name are you going to come up with for me, Sage? Because I am tired of hearing them all. Fuck!!” I turned away, heading toward the street. I didn’t hesitate as I raised my hand and hailed a cab.

I can't bear anymore now". Musa grabbed her chin hard and said looking into her eyes, "Don't be selfish. You are thinking for yourself. Two families are also bound with this relation of ours." Kiara looked at his narrowed eyes and said, “You are the selfish one ,Musa." Musa was confused at her words. He said, “To love someone is not called selfishness." Kiara freed her hands from his grip and grabbed his collar. She said venomously, " To love someone is not called selfishness but to have that person in the wrong way is called selfishness,Musa.As I know you ,No one is more selfish than you".

he said "Just because I love you it doesn't mean that I will blindly make foolish decisions just to please you" “But i am not manipulating you, you are being selfish and I am dying here. The pain ia too much Lukas” I said and with that the pain seemd to have returned with a vengeance.

"I have to admit I underestimated you. I should have known that desperate, immature bitches like you can do anything to get what they want." "Ain't you the same way?" She choked out. Despite how much she was hurting, she still dared to talk back at him. "You're just as selfish, Luther. So don't you dare act like you're any better." "Right. I'm a fucking selfish bastard. But I don't trample on people who haven't done a thing to me. But you? You step on everybody. You don't care who gets hurt…" "I dont have the luxury to care…"

‘…since you’ve decided to be selfish… it’s just another entitled, powerful man, flexing his muscles… you’ll be left more miserable than your father left you…’ ‘… miserable… shameless… selfish… pathetic… Pathetic… Pathetic!’ I tugged hard on the roots of my hair and screamed.

“ im saying you shouldnt have to sacrifice everything just to feel like you are doing enough.” the shame hits fast and mean— like an old shadow rising from the floor. Selfish. That's the word that tries to latch onto me.the one i shove down hard enough to bruise. i shake my head. “ you dont get it.” “ then explain it to me,” he presses softer but more intense. i feel the sting of tears i refuse to let fall. “ i dont want to.” a beat stretches between us— long stretched thin trembling like a wire about to snap.

She took another sigh, "You don't have to threaten me again." 'F***! I hate myself for this. But I'm being selfish. I won't regret it. The days are filled with anticipation. I want exactly what I think. '

The silence was suffocating. His gaze dragged over my face—tear-streaked, exhausted, breaking. For one long beat, he said nothing. "I'm just overreacting, I guess it makes sense he's her husband and she loves him. You'd do anything for the one you love wouldn't you?" I wiped my tears. Trying to grab on to anything to make it hurt less. Then his voice cut through the air, sharp as a blade. “Selfish?” He gave a bitter laugh. “That’s what you think this is? Giving up your life—your choices—for a woman who can’t even see the worth of her own daughter makes you selfish?”

“You’re so fucking selfish, Bowen. Good night.” -- The next morning, Beta Grant’s words played in my head. How was I selfish? Because I wanted out of a controlling and abusive relationship with a man who forced me to marry him in the first place? How was that so wrong? We walked in silence, but I was getting frustrated. “How am I selfish?” I demanded. “What?” “Last night you called me selfish, and I want to know why you think I am.” Beta Grant shook his head. “All you care about is yourself and what you want.”