Quotes Unhappy Novels & Stories

He showed neither a sad nor happy expression. '"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to hear that news?" asked Becky curiously. James shrugged, "Well if you were me you'd be confused about what should make you happy and what should make you sad," he muttered under his breath. "I don't know what's my motivation for a living. Why did I build such a big company, have such a great place to live but I'm so lonely and have no family, really ridiculous..."

"I just can't really laugh out loud or smile out loud because something is stopping me from doing that." "What?" He curiously question. “It's scary to be happy all the time and then there's the bitter sadness afterwards. I don't want to always be happy because when I'm so happy, I can't handle what will happen next. ” "You can't predict what will happen to you." I laughed and slapped his arm. "Tsk, I am serious!"

Tired of living in this unfair world. It's already eight years since I've been stocked here doing nothing but to cry, feeling so hopeless, it's funny that I can't even kill myself because I'm still hoping that I'll survive this. But as expected, everything that I want to have won't be mine, even my own freedom. Why am I so dumb to even think of being free? I even forgot what the feeling of happiness is. Is there even an emotion called happiness or it has already vanished years ago? Because if there is happiness, why am I even stocked with emotions excluding happiness? Can someone tell me where I can find that?

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE: PUTRID MEMORY UNKNOWN POV The glass in my hand was already half empty when the anger finally spilled over. I sat in the dark office and stared at the muted screen on the wall. Some entertainment channel had shown a short clip. It was nothing important, just a few seconds of a couple leaving a building. She was smiling. Not a big smile. Just enough to show she was happy. The kind of soft, stupid happiness that people wore when they thought the world had finally decided to be kind to them. I hated it. After everything I've thrown her way. And she's happy?

“You don’t. You sounded resigned. Like it’s not what you want, but it’s what you’re given. Didn’t she sound resigned, Whitney?” We both glanced towards Whitney who shrugged for a moment. “I don’t know, Lola. But, I do know that she didn’t sound happy about that.” Whitney responded and I let out a long sigh. Great. Just great. “But guys, I’m not unhappy about… that.” I began to speak after a few moments, because I really wasn’t. I really wasn’t. “Okay, but are you satisfied? It could be why it seemed like you looked unhappy about there being ‘no threesome any longer’, even If you’re actually happy.” Withney explained and I let out a long sigh and flopped forward on the table.

"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. "You believe that you will never find true love. that you've been destroyed. You won't experience happiness ever again. You'll hear a voice in your head telling you to go back to him, saying that you won't find anybody better and that even if you do, you won't be able to love anyone else. Quinn. They are false.''

But if Kaelin didn’t say anything… I sure as hell wasn’t going to. “Nope. Didn’t feel like coming at the time,” I said casually. Max leaned in, lowering his voice like he was about to spill tea. “He’s been in a really bad mood lately. I’m not prying, but… something up with you two? You’re kinda the only person who can piss him off that deeply.” I ignored that last part, even though it poked at my chest a little. Why was he angry? He should be the one feeling guilty. Meanwhile I’m here feeling like I’m the villain in my own story.

I'd just finished instructing my lawyer to start the divorce process when I saw Lucy Lovelace showing off her romance on her social media. She'd posted a photo of Michael in a hospital gown and an IV in his arm. He was down on one knee as he massaged her calf. She sat on the hospital bed, smiling with bliss written all over her face. The caption read, "I finally understand what it means when people say even the rich can be hopeless romantics. He's at the top of the social pyramid, but to me, he's nothing but a doormat that I just can't shake off no matter how hard I trample on him."

I came to the only conclusion that made sense. “He’s definitely a robot.” PHASE DISGUST STATUS: FAILED * * * OPERATION EMOTION:PHASE HAPPINESS What makes men happy? The question had plagued me in the lead-up to the third phase of OE. Most of the things that would make men happy didn’t apply to Alex or my situation. Money? He had plenty of it. Job satisfaction? Nothing I could do about it. Spending time with friends? Josh was Alex’s only friend that I knew of, and I was pretty sure Alex did not enjoy most people’s company.

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? "