Sad Letters About Life Novels & Stories

They are just the worst people on earth. "What am I supposed to do, Letty? What am I supposed to do, huh? I don't even own my choices and my life anymore. I lost everything and I certainly want to lose my sanity, too. I want to just disappear or fell asleep and not wake up ever again. I want to be with her. I need her. I miss her. And, I love her so much. But then, I lied to her. I lied that we could be okay again. That we would see each other again and be together. I lied about that... I lied that I will be just fine here. I hate this nightmare so much. Like, who likes having nightmares? No one, right? It's gonna be my worst birthday ever. Well, certainly, if this is just my destiny, my arr

The floodgates of grief opened, and he wept, his sorrow echoing through the room. I offered whispered words of comfort, my voice breaking as tears mingled with my words. "I'm so sorry, Levi. I can't begin to fathom the depth of your pain. But know that you're not alone. I'm here for you, always." Levi took a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper as he found the strength to speak. "You know the saddest part about this?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for understanding, longing for a response before he continued.

He spoke in a sad voice, I don't know but for some reason when he talks about how much he loves his mate, I feel a little bit of pain in my chest, and I know it's not pity, but whatever it is, I won't kill it before it manifests. “You know sometimes life doesn't always go as we planned, life is full of surprises, you don't get what you give all the time, sometimes life takes so much from us, so much that we are left broken all the days of our life, so may heal while some may not, if you continue talking about her every day you might never heal, you need to let go and embrace the fact that she's gone, you're still holding onto the tiniest hope that she might come back one day”

I watch him through the blur of my tears as he wipes his heartache away and slips back into his strong protector role, every bit the proud soldier I know he is. "He'd hate seeing us this sad," Mom says, touching the flowers, and Chase and I hum our agreement. "We mourn him today, but we also celebrate his life and the wonderful time we were lucky to spend with him. It's not goodbye forever, it's goodbye for now." Luck. That's all life is. It's a roll of a dice, a hand dealt by someone else, an unpredictable game much shorter than anyone can anticipate. The wind whips my hair into my face and I drop my head to Chase's bicep, resting against him.

"Mia, I'm sorry. I'm just torn up over all of this. You and Nate. Matt. Why do things have to be like this?" "Because life's not fair, Leo. It never was, and it never will be. We take the good things and give thanks, and we help each other through the shitty stuff. That's all we can do." She looked so sad, so tired, that I only wanted to pull her into my arms and hold her. Offer her comfort and maybe a little distraction.

(Today I am here, but tomorrow There will be my memories, If I will not be here There will be the talks of mine) (If you will turn the pages Of life Then I think you will also cry Remembering me) **** Marna to sabko ek na ek din padega. Magar dekhte hai kiski mout ka sadma Kitno ko lagega. Kya khushi manaenge ya phir gum me doob jaaenge. Dekhte hai mere janaze par kitne mere aaenge. (Everyone had to die one day But let's see, who will take the shock of Someone's death) (Who will be happy and who will cry Let's see, who will come on my funeral) **** Kya pata kab mout ka paigaam aa jaye.

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

And then I realized, I just live with it. “None,” I said, laughed a bit. “I learned to live with the sadness, sorrow, and grief. I don’t know how to stop or make myself happy.” She laughed. “You know what? Many people are still alive but already died years ago. Died at a young age yet continued leaving.” My eyebrows met, thinking about what she had said. It is not clear. It took me almost a minute to understand what she spitted. “You're right, and I guess I am one of them.”

“I’m so, so sorry.” I clung to him, my tears soaking his shirt. “Why? Why did this happen?” I wailed. The loss was too much to bear. Raymond’s voice was choked with grief. “The doctors tried everything, but they couldn’t save the baby. They said it was a miscarriage.” He paused, his voice breaking. “But I believe we will have another chance in the future. We will have a baby someday, I promise.” Great sadness overwhelmed us. I didn’t know how to move on from this. The loss felt like a part of my soul had been ripped away. In the following days, I couldn’t pull myself together. The world felt gray and empty. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

After everything, we had fought for our love, our family, and our place in this world. The two things I have learnt so far is that you should be yourself, not everyone would accept you but if you would live your life freely, not accepting what you are, who you are is the first step to doom, it would control you, just like it did to me and the second thing I learnt is that the world won't stop because you are sad, sucking over the death of someone important to you would only drag you down and stop you from seeing what's in front of you… those that care about you, those that love you, people go through sad phases but that shouldn't define who you.