Quotes I Can't Do This Anymore Novels & Stories

why i can't be just shut upp? ___

My lungs couldn’t take it anymore. >>>>>>>

“You! How can you do this to me?” No answer came. “Oh, na, na. Don't you dare think your big bad brooding silence will shoo me away. No! Not this time. Not until I get my answers.” Silence. “Have I not proven myself yet? Have I not passed every obstacle you threw my way? Then why can't you get that through your thick skull that I'm no bloody quitter? No matter what you do, you can't ever make me.” He still hadn't uttered a word.

I can’t do this. I should give up. It's useless.

It’s the first honest thing I’ve said all day. She answers without looking up. “I know.” “I’m really pissed that I can’t.” That earns me the tiniest laugh. “You’re very quarterback about it.” “What does that mean?” “You think if you just try hard enough, you can win.” I consider that. “…Yeah.” “You can’t win this one.” “I know.” God, I know. And maybe that’s the hardest part. I can’t throw a touchdown. I can’t study harder. I can’t work overtime.

There’s probably a complicated combination from all of it honestly. I finally hear her whisper, “I’m sorry Killian, but I can’t do this. I honestly can’t do this, none of it. I just thought I would be free, you would be free, you could find someone who can love you and give you the family you want, not to mention actually help you run this pack. Those things I can’t do.”

His expression was awful. Before waiting, George continued to pour the salted water on him after he stopped shouting each time. He could not hold on anymore and shouted for them to stop "Stop… stop… stop, just kill me." "No, that is not what you are supposed to say, my friend. Do you think I hold you important because of that information? Even if you don't say, I have my own way of finding out." "I am giving you one more chance if you repeat the wrong thing. You will be eaten alive by crocodiles that you see on the other side of the room."

And then I whispered, just loud enough for the ocean to hear: “I’m sorry... I can’t do this anymore.” And I jumped.

Heart… please, give way to the man willing to provide us with the world. I don’t know if this relationship will work… or crash and burn like the last one. But for now, you need to stop bleeding for the wrong man you once thought was your forever.

It’d be the wrong signal, right? Exactly this is what had to be done; there was no possible way to undo what I had said without risking her happiness. Not to mention, if I were to waltz up to her door and say—‘Hey, by the way, I was just joking about earlier; It was a joke inside of a joke Jokeception. Funny, right?’—she might actually hurt me, so what’s done is done.