Quotes Misery Novels & Stories

Megan's POV This week felt like a bumpy roller coaster ride. All the synonyms and antonyms of misery that can be found in dictionaries were mixed in with it: sorrow and pain, shock and dismay, guilt and innocence, and everything in between. I've lost one person in my life who has stood by me through my witticisms and sobriety, and I'm devastated. My body has become frail, and I've become careless with the things I've been guarding for a long period of time. My immune system was undoubtedly weakened as a result of an exhausting and draining life challenge. I was almost convinced that this was the end of my life—I was almost ready to blame myself for all of those unhealthy matters and to feel

every night my spirit is entangled within the fangs of bitterness, my strength ebbs away at the ticking of the time, I am most miserable of all men, even more miserable than the beast of the field, my light has become a great darkness, happiness no longer comes to my dwelling place, I have only taken a place to live, which will definitely be filled up some days when I had made it empty, if I am denied the joy of my life, the only thing that should parch a smile to my face in this vile world of

That day. How can I leave all those memories of that moment behind? I cannot. I do not want to. Just like him. “I am carrying that one too.” I say. “Does that mean that it meant something to you?” He asks. You should see the hope and desperation in his eyes. I never liked the word miserable, but I like how it displays itself in his eyes. It gives them a look that would thaw anyone.

Feeling a mixture of weariness and resignation, I retreated back to the soft sanctuary of my bed, seeking solace within its familiar embrace. The weight of the world settled upon my shoulders, and I struggled to summon the energy or desire to engage in idle pleasantries. "So, that's it?" Mavis frowned; disappointment etched on her face. "Are you simply going to lay here all day, consumed by sadness?" Her words hung in the air, challenging me to confront the depths of my despair, and forcing me to make a choice—succumb to its relentless grip or find the strength to rise above it.

He stroked his chin. "Aha. Misery! " "Yes. Misery is the perfect phrase " " I want to see your darling husband in misery for the rest of his life. I want him to feel the pain of losing everything just like I did! " "Is that explanation enough? " "You lost everything because of your greediness and stupidity. And just like the coward you are, you can't even accept that you're a failure and now, you're looking for the perfect pawn to shift your misfortune to? "

he totally wasn't expecting that. "You never did that but you made my life miserable. My whole lifw I've been haunted by that night beacuse of you. Out of all people did it have to be you. It's like I don't know you anymore." "You never knew me and I bet you still don't know me and what I'm capable of." "I'm glad I don't and I don't ever want to, take him away." Misery was written all over her face. She didn't know where to start from here. She couldn't help but break into tears while her knees crashed on the floor.

she asked while looking at the floor, I know that in just a snap, she'll cry, but no, I don't deserve anyone's tears "That's because I can see myself in you, we were the same before, I was a woman with not even a tiny bit of self-confidence, destiny gave me a life full of misery and made me suffer to hell. I'm not an angel like what your thinking because I'm definitely far from that." I paused for a while to look by the window. "And besides, I already have a friend whom I treat as an older sister so I want to have a friend younger than me, where are your family by the way? Why are they letting you be a servant here?" I saw how the glow in her eyes disappeared and her sweet smile turned into

Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow. During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."

Quincy "oh I fucking hate my life, not fair this world isn't fair" I cursed as I weeped the more I was now sitting beside my dressing table mom isnt home so am home alone "I can't believe I'm falling for him, geez I have a terrible heart fuck you joel" I cursed as I drank from the bottle of whiskey "you're gonna pay for this" I yelled and smashed the bottle on the floor and it broke into pieces while I sobbed again till I drifted off to sleep. .

Jordan would do me no good; I am going to end up on the streets anyway. Am I just unlucky or cursed? What is special about everyone else that makes them succeed? Nothing works for me, not even relationships. Obviously, I wasn’t good enough for Jimmy, and that is why he cheated on me without regret. I slumped down on the couch and let the tears trickle down my cheeks, ruining the make-up I had done earlier today. I felt like drowning myself to make it all end; my life was miserable, and nothing was going right. I have been fired from four jobs in the past year, many times because I wouldn’t open my legs to jerks.