Sad Quotes Novels & Stories

“Sorry? You think sorry can fix this? What if I wasn't here? What if your dad found you? What if no one found you? Do you think your life is a joke?” Jade sighed as she looked up at him. “Isn't it? Aren't all our lives?” “No, it isn't. Snap out of it.” Shawn said softly and placed his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off. “No, you snap out of it. I don't need your pity.” Jade snapped, standing up from the bed. “I don't need you to protect me. I hate it when you look at me like a broken vase that was pieced together and is very likely to break again.”

Sadie threw Carly's hand away standing walking away, she paused and turned back when she got to the door. " And I have a message for your family. Tell them, I will give them war. You, your mother, your father and your sister " " I will make you all pay for each and every pain I went through. I, Sadie Meyers have declared " It must be kpaaa sound 😂😂😂😂

, He screamed her name making her tremble in fear again. Trust me, nobody wants to be sad. We all hate it when we feel weak, lost, and heavy in our hearts. We all want to get out of it desperately. So please don’t tell us “Don’t be sad.” There are times when sadness slaps you like a wind, and there is nothing you can do about it. You try everything, but nothing helps. So please accept that it’s okay to be sad.

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".

"I wasn't asking." "But you were thinking it." A chuckle escaped his lips. "And yes, you can live longer than a hundred years old if you're cursed, it might be a pain, and you lose people you care about, but I guess it's better than dying." Suddenly, the jokes and cocky smirks came to an end. Harlow watched as his lips formed to a straight line, and his eyes shifted. His shoulders hunched forward, and under his breath, he muttered, "Like Saden." Harlow didn't know who Sadan was, but from how his mood changed, it was someone important to him. She took a deep breath, suddenly understanding the grief he was going through. It wasn't easy to lose someone; Harlow knew that better than anyone. She

I felt sick to my stomach. Sadie’s POV, I’ve been awake in this hospital now for two days. Strapped to this bed by my hands and feet. I can barely concentrate with all the meds in my system. I know that if I wanted out of here I could do it myself, but then they would all know and I would probably never see the light of day again. I just laid there and waited. My mother came to see me and started asking me all kinds of questions about Jacob and I just laid here and ignored her. I was so tired of going through this every time I’d slip up. I don’t know if it has been days or weeks in this hospital. It was my parent’s way of having control over me. A way to ground me in their own way. I haven’t

But… “If anyone is a ‘sad individual’, they would have to be people like my dad. They who made a mistake on their life, which in turn affected the lives of others, and did nothing but wallow in his own sorrow and give himself satisfaction he doesn’t deserve instead of trying to do something to fix his mistake,” she began. “You may have wronged me like others did, and for a twisted reason. But, you only did it because you love your mother. I’m not saying your actions are justified; what’s wrong is wrong. Still, that doesn’t make you ‘sad’. And it doesn’t make you anything like Dad or Jenna, who only think about themselves.”

His tone was dull, suggesting deep sadness. My hands clenched to my sides. “I am glad you finally decided to move forward. You cannot force someone to stay with you if she does not want to.” My voice sounded hoarse while I tried to choke back a sob. Oh, how I really wanted to confront Martina and give her a good beating for doing this to my brother. Marcus nodded. “You know what is funny?” I did not respond because Marcus does not seem to need any reply from me. He only needed someone who would listen to him.

Only cars and cars were in sight as it more looked like a parking lot. She started crying loudly as she knew no one is here to listen to her loud sobs. She can pour her heart out. Covering her face with both hands, she let the tears flow endlessly. Her life was hell even though she was trying to imagine it as heaven. Men and men! Everywhere!

I said not so sure of my voice. "Staz, are you alright?" she sounded very concerned. "H-he-e marked me Clo..." I let out with a trembling voice. A tear found it's way down my cheek. "I know, I'm so sorry Staz, no one deserves that." She cooed at me through the phone. My sister was so caring.