Novel & Cerita Sadness Quotes About Death

“Bakit kaya hindi na lang maging parang isang bituin ang mga taong pinapahalagahan ko? Bakit parang hindi mga bituin na hindi umaalis?” “Sadly, we're just humans. And humans can’t live forever. Everything has a limit and even our life is. It’s scary how you don’t know when and how you’re going to die.” Napangiti ako ng mapait dahil sa sinabi niyang iyon. “Gusto ko ‘yung payapa. ‘Yung walang sakit.” “Who wouldn’t want a painless death? All of us do.” Tumango ako. “Ikaw Nico? Kailan mo masasabi na handa ka nang mamatay?”

Nakita ko ang pagsalubong ng kilay niya. “People live and people die. What’s new about it?” He exclaimed. I locked my eyes on him. Ramdam ko ang pag-ipon ng luha ko sa aking mga mata habang nakatulala sa kanya. “Do you know how hard it is and how it feels to lose someone, you dearest? The thoughts of waking up in the morning and you will not see or hear them? Why Gavril? Why?! Why it is so easy for you to accept that you’re gonna die?” I shouted hysterically. I paused as I am catching my breath not removing my sight from him.

mariin niyang sabi na tila may bigat ng lahat ng alaala sa bawat salita. “Regret changes nothing,” malamig na sagot ni Taki. “No,” tugon ni Quatro habang tumititig kay Taki. “It doesn’t… but neither does hatred.” Muling bumigat ang katahimikan sa buong silid. “She spent the rest of her life trying to fix what she broke,” mahinang sabi ni Quatro. “You can’t fix dead people,” malamig na sagot ni Taki. “I know,” tugon niya, bahagyang pumikit. “I know better than anyone.”

At doon, tumulo ang aking mga luha sa aking mga pisngi at sa kanyang leeg. "Shh, hey! I'm sorry. Look, I'm totally fine. I'll be fine." She expressed while comforting me, pero tumutulo pa rin ang luha ko, at ngayon, humahagulgol na rin ako. Siya naman kasi eh. Masyado akong vulnerable when it comes to sad emotions and death. Hindi ko alam, pero napakahirap ng lahat para sa akin. "I'm not gonna die. At hinding-hindi kita iiwan, okay?" She uttered at hinawakan ako sa balikat para tignan ako ng diretso sa mga mata.

Siguro ay nananaginip lang ako o baka naman patay na rin ako. Huminga ako ng malalim at pinilit ang sarili na kumalma. Parang nanlamig ang buong katawan ko at ramdam ko ang hindi pagiging kumportable. Freya's words are really like daggers hitting me. Ibang-iba kapag may ibang tao ang nagsabi sa'kin na dapat ako na lang ang namatay. "I'm so sorry, Frey…." sabi ko.

sambit nito. Isa-isang pumatak ang luha niya habang tumatango siya. Hindi niya inalis ang tingin niya dito hanggang sa tuluyan itong bawian ng hininga sa harapan niya. Witnessing the death of someone whether you don't know that person personally gives sadness to her entire self. Ang tahimik niyang pagluha ay unti-unting naging hagulgol. Naramdaman niya ang mahigpit na pagyakap mula sa likuran niya.

"Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end." – John Lennon I woke up feeling lethargic. It's like theres an empty hole inside my chest and I don't know how to deal with it. Just like before, after that tragedy happened. I felt the same emptiness, like the energy is drained out of my body and I was tasting my own poison, my own karma.

he replied. We hopped into my SUV. While waiting for the signal, the conversation took a turn I didn't expect. Tito asked me why I didn't hold a funeral for the old version of myself. He mentioned how the Quiazons love to strike when you're most emotional. He was right. In this world, grief is a luxury we can't afford. “You’re so sharp, Tito. No wonder I look up to you,” I said, patting his shoulder. “Then I hope you also idolize the way I love my woman. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Raiv,” he said, his eyes piercing through my cold facade.

"Kasi lahat po ng mga taong minamahal ko, kinukuha agad sa akin. Sunod-sunod po silang kinuha sa akin, Manang. Ang sakit-sakit na. Wala man lang po akong nagawa para protektahan sila. Wala man lang ak---" "Ssshh. Wag kang mag-isip ng ganyan, Mam. Minsan kahit anong gawin natin, kapag kapalaran ng mamatay ng isang tao, wala na tayong kontrol doon. Wala na tayong magagawa roon. We should be happy at least dahil wala ng makakapanakit pa sa kanila sa lugar na kinaroroonan nila ngayon."

It seems so unreal, so unimaginable. The remark came from a well-meaning family friend, but Kira found it more caustic than comforting. Maybe it is supposed to be a console but end up contumelious. Wrong choice of words. Doubtlessly wrong choice of words for a young girl like her who's currently grieving. "Her death wasn't for the best," she kept repeating to herself. "It wasn't. It wasn't."