Quotes Misery Novels & Stories

I push my fingers against the spot he's just hit, and give him a dry grin that conveys nothing. "Are you done? Do you want me to lie to you?" I probe because misery surely loves company, and apparently I haven't done enough yet. Maybe it'll be much better if he shoves my head against the wall, and pummels my face in. Maybe if I'm lucky, all the tightly coiled tension in my body would be released and I would feel a world better. "I don't know who made you this sad pathetic man, but it's horrible, Christian. Just because you're miserable on the inside and out doesn't mean everyone around you has to be."

“Nightmare fuel.” He glared at the ceiling. “She’s talking about schools.” “The child’s not even born yet.” “Exactly!” He sounded desperate. This time, I couldn’t help but laugh for real. Jace just looked… defeated. Not happy. Not excited. Just stuck. And, weirdly, I almost felt bad for him. Almost. “You know what the worst part is?” he said, voice small. “What?” He rolled his head to look at me. “I can’t tell if I’m a bad person or just miserable.”

I'm unable to eat or sleep, and I feel __. "Like your heart is being continually torn apart. You despise yourself for having a soft spot in your heart for him and for having put your trust in him? '' Do you know what's funny? '' Quinn gave a disapproving headshake. She cried out before biting her lips to stifle them.

The regret, like a relentless tide, threatened to drown her in sorrow. The thought that her pursuit of financial aid for her son's surgery had inadvertently become the catalyst for this tragedy pierced Marisa's heart. She questioned her choices, wondering if the desperate circumstances justified the means. The guilt of trading her well-being for her son's health now mingled with the grief of losing someone who had unknowingly walked into the crossfire of her decisions.

But it seems to be so impregnated in me that the drink won't allow me to forget. I cry for a long time for myself, for her, for life, and I feel I am going to collapse. Life really sucks, and no matter how much money we have, nothing is easy. They say that money doesn't bring happiness, but you can cry in Paris. Phrases from stupid people who have no idea of the true suffering of a millionaire but lonely person.

Jessa’s heart ached with every motion, her hands trembling with the intensity of her grief. It was heartbreaking—seeing Jessa so consumed by this profound sorrow. Her face, usually full of light and laughter, was now a mask of anguish and desperation. The young mermaid, who had once been so full of life, was now completely undone by the loss of her closest friend. Her body language spoke of an endless ache, a sense of emptiness that no words could ever fully capture. And yet, even in her brokenness, there was something undeniably strong in her.

I fainted, hoping that death would come soon and end my misery. Oh, karma is such a bitch!

An existing emotion, I've denied all my life. “Kelvin” I hear my name being called. Her soft whisper swings by my ears, pulling a laughter on my lips. I let off my little scowl face, turning towards her with a cheap smile. “Are you okay ?“ She asks, and all I can do is nod weakly, holding onto the front of misery and despair. It's not quite easy to comprehend. Breaking off the sledge fall of arrows, plunging right into your soul. The emotion of likeness ensnares me, I wail from being torn between worlds.

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Love, once a guiding light, now seemed like a cruel illusion, an emotion that only led to heartache and betrayal. As the hours passed, Jaden's cries eventually subsided into sobs, his body trembling with grief. He curled into himself, the chains that bound him serving as a cruel reminder of his powerlessness. In the depths of his despair, he contemplated the meaning of his existence, wondering if life could ever hold meaning without the love that had been ripped from his grasp.