Sad Quotes That Make U Cry Novels & Stories

I always will. I cried. Hard. There are no other words to describe it. Fuck all those people who go 'tears stream down my face' or 'my heart broke'. Because even I don't know how I feel. I wish I do. All I could say is Cayden is a big idiot. A big, massive, stupid, idiot. I couldn't stop the tears. I don't intend to. His suicide letter hit me harder than I thought, and weirdly, he didn't even die.

“Just tell me what I can do to make you feel better. It kills me to see you cry.” I laughed unbelieving, the sound staying blocked in my throat. “You’re the reason I’m crying!” I screamed. “If it weren't for you, if I had never met you, I wouldn't be crying right now. I would be back in Minneapolis, completely content and oblivious to the fact that there is a man as evil and manipulative as you out there.” I took a deep breath, my voice falling down for one hoarse whisper. “I wish I hadn’t met you.”

Why do I keep losing the people who genuinely love and cared for me? "I-I'm tired... I'm so tired, Mi..." Tears fell hardmy eyes as if they were already used to it. Of course. I've been crying for how many days? Oh... I don't know. I lost count. "How many more lives must be lost? How many more lives will be taken away from me? How many more of my loved ones must be sacrificed? Why can't I just die?! Why not me, instead?! I'm worthless... I am worthless!"

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

“We were supposed to have more time... You promised me. You can’t leave me here alone like this!” My cries grew louder and more painful. They echoed off the high walls and came back to me like ghosts. Tears would not stop. They kept falling and falling. My eyes swelled until I could hardly see. The pain in my heart felt bigger than anything I had ever known. I had lost everything. The man who made me feel safe. The only light in my dark life. “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you...” I stayed there, broken and alone, crying until my voice turned into weak gasps and my body had no more strength. The tears still came. Slow and endless as my entire world came crashing down.

I am a changed man, Damon Chase the player is being wiped away with every drop that falls down my cheek. Morning is here and I have not slept, I don't feel like getting off this chair and go and face the world. Why should I? If I choose to sit and kill myself minute by minute then that is my choice. No one is going to stand up and make it better, no one is going to say, hey here is your heart back or even better, give you back all your tears. The sad truth is that when you laugh, everybody laughs with you but when you cry, I cry all alone.

Sarah listlessly finished the photoshoot, feeling down the entire afternoon. On the way back, she barely spoke, though Scarlett seemed to be in a good mood. "You know," Scarlett said, breaking the silence, "I’m actually glad to see you like this. Sasa, when you're feeling sad, just let yourself be sad for a while. No one expects you to keep holding it in forever. If you're down, let yourself sink into it. And if you really need to, cry it out. You’ve been carrying too much for too long. Stop pretending to be strong—at least not in front of me or Melvin. Just be yourself."

Her eyes burned, her chest tightened, her breath faltered every time she thought of Thor, of Isabela, of that altar. Suddenly, she snapped off the TV with a sharp click and turned to Zoe, tears brimming. “Enough of playing tough, Zoe. I’m sad. I want to cry. The love of my life is marrying someone else. A psychopath who wants to destroy me because she’s obsessed with him!” Zoe, as compassionate as ever, took her hand. “Friend, it’s not weakness to cry. Everyone—no matter how strong—has their breaking point. They get low. They cry. And that’s okay.”

The words tumbled out, each one a shield against the vulnerability that threatened to consume her. A maelstrom of emotions, as elusive as mist, enveloped her. "But why," she wondered aloud, her voice a tremor in the quiet expanse, "do I get so overwhelmingly sad when he is not around me?" The admission hung in the air, both an acknowledgment and a revelation that reverberated within her chest.

My tears were spilling down my cheeks now and I don’t care if I was crying in front of him, it just hurts so much and I don’t want it to hurt anymore. “Why did you come out? To know if I’m crying? Well yes, I am crying, happy now? You can go in now and tell her that I’m crying, I’m sure it’s going to make her very happy and you will do anything to make her happy. Yes, I am the laughing stock to both of you, whenever you see me, you laugh in happiness because of the things you have done to me and I’m sure it makes you very happy. So yes Adrian, you have successfully ruined me and I hope that the happiness lasts you forever and that…”