Quotes Misery Novels & Stories

“Kill me. I've lived a life of misery, known nothing but pain since the day I was born.” She paused, sighing heavily. “I don’t know what you have in store to make my life miserable, but I doubt it could be worse than what I’ve endured within these walls. Look at me... just look at me. Do I look like someone who’s ever tasted the sweetness of life?”

I just nod and walk away before I change my mind. The second he’s gone, I slide down the wall and curl into myself on the cold marble floor. I press my palm to my chest, right over my heart, just to keep it from splitting open. The tears come fast. Hot. Messy. Not for me—for Amirah, for Susan, for the way the world just keeps breaking without asking permission. Everything feels like a sick joke. A goddamn circus where love pretends to exist and people applaud each other’s misery behind fake smiles and designer gowns. I sob into my hands, quiet and sharp, hoping no one finds me like this.

She smiled"yes, I'm a little unhappy. But sadness doesn't mean you're depressed. When it takes a span of weeks and then months and into a years, its called a depression. Anybody can be sad. " "Everyone should be. "He said. "What do you mean? " He did not respond. "You're intentionally detaching yourself, Mr Cain. You are struggling to make yourself robotic to the things you're feeling for the situations around you. " "This is the much reason I doubt anyone's prowess to help me. " "Its my job. " "You're doing it poorly. " "God, cain-" "Mrs moorman? " "Yes? " "You mentioned my name. " "How so? "

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

“Um…. Why do you think I was hurting?” “You must be… because that’s what it seemed you were trying to get others to feel. Misery loves company, and when you are miserable you tend to make others miserable.” Chance chuckled with a pout. “Don’t be sad… you have a nice smile, you shouldn’t be sad.” he added.

Why they are being miserable… is because of my existence itself? Mom ... Dad ... what should I do? They don't want me anymore. I don’t have the friends that I cherished for a long time… the squad… the second family… Why is this happening to me? I'm in so much pain. I feel like I don’t have hope anymore to live… Just take me, please? Just take me there wherever you are ... I want to die. I want to die so that the pain I feel will go away ... "Look at you… so miserable. Should I regret leaving your side?"

I hate when everyone who is important to me in life eventually cheats on me. “I hate all of you," I mumbled, laying my head on the countertop and sinking down in my misery. The weight of betrayal and heartbreak felt suffocating as I drowned my sorrows in alcohol. It seemed like a never-ending cycle of disappointment, leaving me questioning my own judgment and the worthiness of love. Desperation filled my voice as I whispered, "When will I find someone who won't break me?"

"That's nonsense. You know I can't do that while you are wandering in bed. I can't sleep while you are awake." "Im sorry. I just can't. There is so much going on in my head. I can't explain what I am feeling. It's like I am in a catastrophic quagmire. Why is this happening to me, Damian? Just when I thought that I had it all, this happens? Am I doomed to be miserable the whole of my life?" I'm trying really hard not to break down as I speak. I just don't understand this shit called fate anymore. Why has it vouched to make my life miserable? Why has it decided to punish me like this?

Why did I always have to lose my man to another woman? Wait. Hazim was never mine, was he? I sighed and walked away from the window. The lovers were so absorbed in their lovemaking that they didn’t hear me or noticed that they were being watched. I didn’t know where I was going but I just kept walking. Maybe I was doomed to be unhappy forever. My mates hated me, I kept getting replaced and I have nowhere to go. Tears flowed from my eyes, drenching my face. What did I ever do to deserve such a miserable life? What was my offence?

he murmured, his grip tightening slightly, not forceful but stubborn. “Because I can’t even look at you right now.” My voice cracked. “Don’t you get it? I’m filthy. I’m a horrible person. I ruin lives and destroy families—my own included. And I make jokes to cope with it, because otherwise I’d drown in a pool of my own blood!” My words tumbled out one after the other in a jagged rush, my chest heaving. His reply was quiet, almost a whisper. “Really? Then I guess I’m rotten.”