Quotes Misery Novels & Stories

' 'oh please don't, I can't die, not yet. I was already seeping back into despair as I was almost certain he'd kill me the moment I displeased him. I felt distraught, confused and that terrible longing to feel love only made me realise how really pathetic I am. I am never going to feel what it's like and that thought makes me miserable.

"Zinda hu magar zindagi se dur hu mein, Aaj kyu is Qadar majboor hu mein Bina jurm ke saza milti hai mujhe Kisse kahun ke be-qasoor hu mein Meri khamoshiyon ka sabab hai ye ghum mere Phir kyu duniya samajhti hai ki maghrur hu mein Aaj phir shiddat-e-ghum ne rula diya mujhko Aaj lagta hai zakhmon se chur chur hu mein" (I am alive but not living my life, Why am I so compelled today??

Even though the downsides include the most terrifying things you could think of. ‘’Hi Zara, you look like shit’’ I look down at myself and it occurred to me that I did look like shit. My hair is a mess and I think I have eye bags the size of Antartica in my eyes. The death of Sebastian was really taking its toll on me even way more than George . And I can’t even tell my good friend, Judas because I hate the word sorry or if someone is taking pity on me. It makes me feel pathetic and exactly the same horrible way I felt the day that my parents died so now, I don’t want to feel like that ever again not if I can help it. Even my clothes are screaming shit. They had a yellow stain from the musta

I scream at him, and he blinks back with his eyes wide and stunned. “I’ve never had anything easy. I’m always abandoned or rejected. First that dickwad I call a father abandoned me, then my mother died, and now, I love people who can’t love me. God damn it, you think I don’t know how pathetic my life is!? I do! I fucking do, Elias. It’s like no matter what I do, I’m bound to be sad. Bound to be miserable. Bound to be lonely!” I rage further, and my voice cracks at the impact.

Her cries echoed in the room, the depths of her despair painfully clear. She felt like a freak, good for nothing, a burden on everyone. Without warning, she began to pull at her hair in frustration and self-loathing. She hugged herself, trying to find some solace, but the pain inside her was unbearable. She whispered to herself, "I'm a freak, a good-for-nothing." Her cries became even more heartbreaking, echoing the depths of her despair. Her anguish was like a tidal wave, crashing over her, drowning her in self-doubt and despair.

The weight of the day's unexpected series of incidents pressed down on Joslyn’s shoulders, almost suffocating her with their heaviness. Rummaging through her purse, Joslyn's heart sank as she realized her keys were nowhere to be found. It was the final straw, the tipping point that sent her cascading into despair. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as the reality of Josh's near-death experience crashed over her like a tidal wave.

A tremor coursed through him, a guttural cry escaping his lips. Amidst the audience, everyone stood frozen, gripped by the poignant scene unfolding before them. A pang of unexpected empathy resonated within me. The misery of his circumstance was overwhelming. The awareness that he bore culpability for the loss of his unborn child could shatter even the strongest resolve.

The pain of his loss was overwhelming, shattering his sense of self as he watched the fruits of years of hard work go up in flames. Jasmine's eyebrows knitted together in sorrow as she watched him go quiet. His face turned into a grey mask, his eyes becoming like grey orbs. A wave of dread and sorrow washed over her, her heart thundering in her chest. She sensed a looming sadness in him, her heart sinking as she faced the impending doom. Her breath caught in her throat, a wave of sorrow gripping her in its icy hold.

-Mill I don't know why I'm feeling like this. I don't know what's wrong with me. Should I be happy about it that he was Milo Beckett? I don't know why I'm sad. Maybe because it's the fact that he's a famous celebrity makes me feel so uncomfortable and hopeless about it. Yes, hopeless.

Mirth twinkled in his eyes and I could imagine the sly grin behind the mask, “Of course. I love to be the reason behind someone’s misery and headache.” He was excelling at it with flying colors. I had only been with him one day, but already I was beginning to feel my grip on reality slipping. I wondered if I would ever be the same when this was all over and done with. As much as it pained me, I found myself oddly drawn to the chaos and the sense of being alive that it brought. “To find happiness in bringing misery to others, you must have one hell of loose screws in your head,” I taunted.