Quotes Misery Novels & Stories

Pain… I know pain. I know how it feels, how it can twist and break you until you’re nothing but fragments of who you used to be. I’m shattered, and I can’t be fixed. Happiness is fleeting—whenever I think I’ve found it, it slips through my fingers, leaving me even more broken than before. Have you ever been in a place where you can’t cry anymore, even when you desperately needed to? When the tears just won’t come, no matter how much you want to let it all out?

I deserve everything going on now, it's all my fault, now karma is paying me back. I need her, but where will it come from? I am all on my own now, I have never felt these miserable. I don't have a single appetite to eat or take anything, I feel so not good. Since yesternight, I have not been myself at all, I have not been able to even take a sip of wine or water. I think I might be falling into depression, these is one of my darkest time. I have never felt so depressed and weak , I feel miserable and in all, I think I might deserve it all. I did this myself, I am now bearing the consequences.

Silence drops between us. My chest tightens. “I can’t just hate him,” I say again, softer now. My vision blurs. I wipe my eyes quickly, but it’s useless. “I feel…” My voice cracks. “I feel so pained. Used. Dumped. Name it—I feel it.” A tear slips down. Then another. “I feel like the universe hates me. Everything I touch… every place I try to find happiness… it just gets destroyed.” “I think I’m cursed,” I choke out. “Like I don’t deserve to be happy. Like I was stupid for even believing that… that we had something.”

Which means Mel never told her. I swallow hard. That tracks. Embarrassment. Humiliation. Heartbreak. The kind you bury so deep it fossilizes. I’m such a fucking asshole. “Yeah,” Kiara mutters after a second, shaking her head. “Karma’s a bitch.” Tell me about it.

Patience becomes my reluctant companion, my only solace in this grim existence. Every passing second intensifies the pain in my chest, my shattered heart aching with each beat. The damp air carries a bitter chill, seeping into my bones and exacerbating my misery. Memories of freedom, of sunshine and laughter, torment my mind as I try to hold onto whatever shreds of hope I have left.

I saw my reflection sitting and huddled in the corner wiping the tears on my eyes. Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've cried in my room when nobody was watching. Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've left like I'm about to snap, but I just don't, for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody Knows Me.

AMANISA’S POV Was this what misery felt like? The dizzy feeling. Blurry sight. Could that be misery? The draining effect in my guts. The emptiness and constant constriction of my heart. Could that be misery? Could the sad and bitter vile in my throat be symptoms of misery? Could I be dying like a pauper despite being born into the royal family? This has to be misery. Amanisa Isidora was miserable and to be honest, this misery was different from the forms and levels that I had to endure in the past.

I placed my index on my lips, trying to shush the inanimate door. I relaxed on my bed as I unplugged my phone. I always come back to I*******m and Tiktok but it has never really made me content but I was a bit satisfied. There’s always this pang in my heart when I see myself laughing and making good memories. Am I really unworthy of happiness? , I sometimes thought to myself but after Chloe’s death, I actually feel like I’m unworthy.

Depressed: (of a person) in a state of general unhappiness or despondency. Lowell My heart was beating so fucking fast. Humiliation poured like cold freezing water when I realized that I told everyone my life story. What humiliated me the most was the look on Tessa's face. Fuck. I hated her pity expression. I didn't want it. Not from her, not from anyone.

she asks in a low, haunting voice that fucking guts me. Disappointment is a heavy burden, a sinking feeling that lodges itself deep within the heart. It's the bitter taste of hope turned sour, a shattered dream that leaves a trail of tears in its wake. It strikes like a sudden storm on a sunny day, catching you off guard and leaving you drenched in sorrow.