Misfit Quotes Novels & Stories

“Even while picking precious gems, you can pick an ordinary stone by mistake. As we all know, no one is above making mistakes.” He laughed, a cruel one, cutting through my bones. “You talk about precious gems as if you are one. And talking about mistakes, don't ever mistake a nobody for a friend.” The words hit harder than I wanted them to, but I swallowed the sting and forced myself to meet his gaze. “A nobody? You talk about friends like you know valuable ones. Like you have real ones.” His face darkened instantly, rage crackling like electricity in the air. “Watch your mouth.”

Jeanette took a large sip of wine. Mimi did not give a straight answer. Instead, she smiled. “I saw this article online. Apparently, one should never meet anyone too brilliant in their youth. Otherwise, they would be trapped by their brilliance forever, tormented in every way, living in anguish.”

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

"A mistake? You call ruining my life a mistake?" “You are the mistake ,you hear that David ,you are the biggest mistake of my entire life “ “i blame myself for being so fucking blinded before that I couldn't see it before but now I do and I feel like a complete idiot” “I can't believe I wasted so much time on it and a relationship that has been defined to fail from the beginning “ “I lost four years of my life on a piece of hit like you , I would have tether been in a can or a freaking wheel chair “

This is a story about a boy and a girl who tries too hard to fit into their group of friends but constantly failed. And when they found each other, they finally find a place they can fit into. The only mistake they made was that they broke themselves trying to fix each other.

Just to say the things out loud. “James and I are not broken,” I say, almost to myself. “Just cracked a little.” “Cracks are how light gets in,” Marcy says, reaching for a dinner roll. I just love her attitude to life. Wes scoffs. “You two read too many P*******t quotes.” “They’re not wrong,” Dad murmurs. “But I still don’t like this. You being hurt. Him trying to figure it out too late.” “He’s not too late,” I say. “Not yet.”

Instead, I had chosen to agree with her, for peace to reign. But the truth was, her last words lingered in my mind, a haunting reminder of the depth of her pain. "Mistakes are what make us human," she had said, her voice carrying a blend of reproach and understanding. "We regret them, but they also make the best of us." Her words resonated with a profound truth, one that I couldn't escape.

I wanted to know what exactly is going on, I could move on if it appears to be something understandable, and I guess I just committed an abomination by trying to understand what was really happening, it seem not to be in line with me at all, your mind is set to something else and you are mistaking my words, you are completely and arrogantly misquoting me and that is one of the most annoying thing ever, I'm really angry at that, and I do not like the way it sound at all, we are supposed to be mate and one partner, we are supposed to share all our ideas together and do everything we know together,

“The truth hurts, Marissa. And, despite that fact, it doesn’t mean I should run from it when it’s staring me in the face. I still haven’t gotten over this fucked up mood of mine and I can’t seem to explain it either.” “It looks like you need a lot more help than I imagined and this also goes to say how pretty dumb most of us are when it comes to matters of the heart and it’s ironic seeing as you’re a really smart lady. I’m guessing the myth is true, you really can’t see when you’re messing things up for yourself until someone else points it out for you.” “Here you go again with the riddles, Marissa. How difficult is it to speak to me in terms that I can understand without having to think for

“But sometimes we need someone to be with us so we can be lonely together, remember that Misery loves company?” “My misery prefers solitude.” I replied him as he shook his head while coming to stand beside me. “Now I know that you are just speaking shit.” I looked at him in surprise. I would have never expected those words from him. I know for a fact that the two most cultured people in this place are him and Tiffany.