Life Sad Quotes Novels & Stories

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

My chest tightened in response and I couldn't say anything to that. He sipped his tea then continued quietly, “I feel immense sadness sometimes. That this is how it ends for me… body giving up, mind trying to hold on. But what’s the point of crying over it? Life’s too short to drown in what-ifs.” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know if I can follow that advice.” “Sure you can,” he said. “You just don’t believe it yet.” The silence stretched between us again. It was still heavy but not suffocating this time.

I feel so sad all of a sudden and I know it’s all about this heat season fucking with my mind, but these emotions feel too real. “ You are saying I am not…Loveable? Am I so bad? ”

I retorted firmly, going back to staring at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Because you're making me depressed being depressed," Shane frowned, poking my cheek as he sat on the ground beside the bed. "Sucks. You can watch sad movies with me if you want." I pushed his hand away. "You can't stay in bed forever," Jade shrugged, not having a better reason. "You're going to have to get up to pee eventually." "And then I'll come back in bed." I told her. Bea groaned loudly, "Because you aren't about to be a sad little bitch who is depressed over a guy! There's so many fish in the sea! That's the saying, right?"

He asked in curiosity. Mr. Grudeso sighed and sadly smiled. "It's tough, if I have to be honest with you. Sometimes, I wake up in the morning trying to find a reason to live. Sometimes, I question myself why I am still here. But whenever I feel hopeless in life, her voice would always play in my head. I remember before she passed away, she told me to live happily, to never give up. She told me that if I ever shed a tear or feel like killing myself, she would flick me on the forehead."

he says. Was…. I lower my head. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” I say. I know it doesn’t begin to help, but what else can you say in these circumstances? “Loss,” he says, spitting out the word and almost laughing at it. “’Loss’ is not enough word for it.”

And if you laugh today, you will cry tomorrow. I used think those words were just trash but nothing. I felt so happy today that I wished to live in this fictional world forever, but who knew that I'm going to take my words back not too late. I thought I would be happy forever, but I didn't know that forever ends a few days later and all I have to deal is with the darkness in my life. I couldn't be happy over someone's death right!?

Even though the words were unformed and looked so weak, Sabrina still recognized that it was Yvonne's handwriting at a glance. Yvonne's usual handwriting was very similar to her, so her handwriting was very playful. However, at that moment, the playful words looked so weak and hopeless. That letter read, 'Sabrina, I'm leaving. Don't look for me. It doesn't matter if I am alive or dead anymore. I once unintentionally saw some philosophers' quotes, and most of them said something like, Everybody is born to suffer in this world. I didn't believe it in the past. I felt that those were just pretentious words, and they were just making a fuss about nothing and being show-offs.'

I interrupted with a frown. "I'm sorry." "I understand how you feel but in times like this, don't jump to the worst. Losing a loved one never gets easy and as much as people will obviously die, we must think about good things as well." "How should I do that? I feel sad when I think about it." "That's okay, but I'll tell you a secret." "What secret?" "The secret to feeling happy in times of sorrow." "What is it?" "Come closer," I whispered and she inched in. "Even closer."

The weight of sadness settled upon her heart, casting a shadow over her once vibrant spirit. Eva retreated to her private study, seeking solace amidst the memories that intertwined with her grief. The room, adorned with artifacts from their epic journey, held a bittersweet reminder of the battles fought and the loved ones lost along the way. Tears welled up in Eva's eyes as she clutched a treasured photograph of Uncle Sam, a cherished mentor and source of unwavering support.