Sadness Sayings Novels & Stories

-“You can’t imagine how sorry I am about it!” -“Ok.” -“Ok? Is that all what you have to say?” -“I am sorry but I am very tired. I would like to get some sleep, if you don’t mind.” -“But I…..I have so much things to tell you” -“I am sorry but it’s not the time nor the place to make such conversations” -“What? How can you be so insensible?” -“You dare to accuse me as insensible when you treated me so badly all this time? Really?”

He spoke with a deep sense of regret and sadness in his voice. “I am truly sorry,” he said, his words carrying the weight of his remorse. “I failed to consider your perspective, and I deeply regret that.”

I feel so sad all of a sudden and I know it’s all about this heat season fucking with my mind, but these emotions feel too real. “ You are saying I am not…Loveable? Am I so bad? ”

I didn’t say anything that amusing. “You are million years young to care for me.” She said after she stopped herself. “There is no to feel sad,” I said again after a while. She raised her one eyebrow in amusement. “You and Moona and Reed. You have similar sadness. But you have different sadness than them. it’s like you are a cold spot in the room. I can shout at him or tease him and get a reaction that let me know that he is still there.” I sit straight now and look straight in her old eyes. “But your sadness is like icy well. Its bottomless and swallows up your voice and everything you try to drop into it.” I said and even I was surprised from myself.

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

The little girl accepted it in regards just because she wasn’t prepared to speak that word again. [It may seem to us that those words like ‘Thank you’ ‘Your welcome’ or ‘Glad to meet you and not to mention that pleasant word ‘Thanks a lot for the help’ these words may seem wonderful, pleasant and admiring to others our good manners. But, then who can or who would ever think that these words are sometimes the reason to cause us the deepest scars in our hearts. Who can imagine these beautiful words can be the reason to create relations at the same time collapse the strength of living in our life.

It was sad, pitiful even, so much so that he's been standing here for a count of thirty minutes and not a single word left his quivering lips. He wanted to say sorry... Sorry that he was too scared to help. Sorry that he had seen the pain-filled eyes, but had done nothing to insert a little joy. He was sorry! Sorry that it took so long to figure it out. Sorry that he was so damn weak. Sorry that he couldn't grant protection. Sorry! He was sorry, so damn sorry! Sorry that he had to lose such an important person Sorry that they had to die? He was just sorry, but why wouldn't those words come out?

"I miss you, John. Every second of every day. I keep thinking about the life we could have had, the love we could have shared. It's not fair... it's just not fair." Amelia's soliloquy echoed through the room, her words a testament to the depth of her pain and the profound loss she felt. In that moment, her broken heart spilled over with memories, regrets, and the realization that life could change in an instant, leaving her adrift in a sea of sorrow.

“Don’t trust anyone too quickly. Second, no matter how much you love someone, in the end, you will be left alone.” “I will never be able to trust anyone again. You have broken me so much that I may never be able to trust anyone again.” “Why are you doing this, what is my fault,” “You consider me responsible for that accident; am I not saddened by the death of my child?” "I was worried about you because I love you, dame it," “Is it only you who are saddened by the loss of our child, not me? I was his mother, who could be sadder than me,”

She can say anything to me but she shouldn't have dragged my mother here. I walked towards her quickly and grabbed her both shoulder. I can see her angry expression. I said with a hurtful voice, " is your heart made of stone? How can you bring my mother here!! I am telling sorry whatever I had done. I know sorry isn't enough to justify all those sins I have committed. But, still can't you stop thinking wrong about me!! Aren't you seeing how I am feeling hurt every time whenever you are cursing me!! Can't you see my regrets?" I said all this one go. She tried to say something but I cut her off in the middle.