Quotes Misery Novelas e Histórias

“Why? What made you so interested in exploring misery and hopelessness?” Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, something raw and vulnerable flashes through them. “Because misery is giving everything you have to someone too cold to feel it. It’s loving a creature carved from stone, hoping the warmth of your hands might thaw the empty spaces, knowing it never will. It’s bleeding yourself dry for something that will never come alive, hoping for a pulse that was never there.” She doesn’t flinch, and her steady gaze bores into me. “Don’t we all love misery?”

I was a failure, a disappointment, unworthy of the love and affection I so desperately craved. I clenched my fists in frustration, the anger boiling within me like a tempest raging in the depths of my being. "I wish I wasn't in this world at all," I muttered bitterly, my voice laced with bitterness and despair. But even as the words left my lips, a small voice whispered in the depths of my mind, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. "You are worth more than you know," it said, a faint echo of encouragement in the midst of my self-loathing.

"Madison…I'm only trying to think of you here. Your future, your happiness and…” "What happiness, mother?" Madison scoffed, rubbing her hands on her jeans as the tears spilled from her eyes rolling down her cheeks, “I'm not happy, mom. I’ve never been. I’m just blank, if there’s a word like that. The past, the present, it doesn't make any difference, to what I’ve gone through, and what I’ve endured. I don't even know what that word happiness means anymore, what it feels like, and there’s no hope for it for someone like me. It's a lost cause that even thinking about it sounds remotely strange and impossible.” “Madison just…”

the feeling of hopelessness and misery was all-consuming, Kira found that she had never felt so cold and empty in her entire life, not even when she was alone in the Blood Moon pack and had to tolerate the cold every night because she was sleeping in an abandoned car did she feel this miserable. She felt like the life they don't have any meaning anymore, so why was she even alive in the first place? why couldn't she have just died and ended her misery?

Solana’s screams followed us as we left her the miserable existence that she had to look forward to enduring. People without souls were in a constant state of misery that they could never escape. It was not that they lost their humanity, but they did lose a big part of what made them who they were. The misery came from them being incomplete. It created a deep seeded pain that was incomparable to every other torture that one could experience. Did I feel bad for her? Not at all. She made her own choices, and those had consequences. The misery that she was experiencing was of her own making.

I gasped in effect. “Oops! I didn’t see you there. I think I know why my belly hurts now. The garbage was coming.” Isadora giggled wickedly. I huffed, dusting off the water. My first thought was to walk away, but I felt the urge to say one last thing to her. “Don’t you feel miserable?” I inquired. “What did you just say?” “I didn’t speak gibberish. Aren’t you disgusted by the life you have chosen? Living every day of your life to put someone else down just to prove a point. That is misery on display.”

“I feel like right now you get me, with this I mean, and well misery loves company.” If this had been any other day, I probably would say no, but he was right. Misery loves company and I am feeling miserable. “You know what? Sure, why not. I got dressed up. I came here to forget about things for a while and that’s what I’m going to do.”

And I'll be your memories, your lullaby for all the times hoping my voice could get it right IT'S funny how we know what makes us miserable, yet we continue to live with it. Perhaps, we find our challenges quite amusing or we just don't know how to win them over. Otherwise, why would we love the things that kill us? Pretty much, live for the things that's choking us to death? I kept thinking why I put myself in such a situation that doesn't give me a choice. Well, sometimes it does when I am torn between getting up or getting fired.

"What about her?" "There's a poem written on the notebook she gave me on my dream last night saying, ‘With or without, it's the same. Family is a blessing-or not? Complete yet feels like broken; in a mess, in chaos. I should be thankful—or not? My heart, my mind-helpless. Atmosphere; sadness, anger, pain. What can I do? It feels like everyone is drowning to the brokenness and hatred. They’re hurting each other; emotionally, verbally. My heart keeps on pounding-pained. Is it better to be just apart?’ Finally,” he said. "Either you have a complete family or not, happiness seems unfriendly," I said.

they replied both and leave me here in the living room all by myself. I heaved a sigh as I felt the sadness again in my heart. I was looking at the teddy bear on my lap and the face of my dead baby reflected on it. A bitter smile formed on my face and I saw how she happily smiled on me. My baby are now happy where she is right now but I'm still miserable stuck on my situation. If I had only not became stupid that time, she might still here. She will be in my arms at this moment not this teddy bear. In so much thoughts and sadness running on my mind and heart, I cried all the tears that wants to escape. I know that Mandy and Ana can hear me but I didn't mind. I cried out all my tears till it