Self Pity Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

You know nothing about the AUTHORS private personal life and you don't even know who is the Author, indeed. This message is in general, just thoughts nothing hates. I felt sad, disappointed and felling low right now. I'm under pressure, real quick. PARDON. Pardon me if you find this message ungrateful or something. I'm sorry to disappointed you if can't be like the author you admire because. . . I have this motto. “I NEVER WALK TO ANYONE SHADOW. I CAN BE WHAT I WANT TO BE, NOT ANYONE WANTS ME TO BE.”

Tahimik kong binigkas, “For me to remember my purpose in life.” Tumahimik ang paligid. Maging siya ay natahimik at hindi alam kung anong sasabihin. Ngunit lumalim ang kanyang tingin sa’kin dahilan para makaramdam ako ng kirot sa puso ko—na para bang sa mga tingin na iyon ay nabasa niya na ang lahat ng emosyong nakatago sa loob-loob ko. I hate pity. But the moment I saw it in his eyes, parang gusto ko na lang na kaawaan niya ako.

"Masyadong malawak ang mundo, para habulin ang isang bagay na hindi naman para sa'yo." Bahagyang kumunot ang noo ko. Pamilyar sa akin ang Patama Quotes na sinabi niya, sapagkat minsan ko nang nabasa iyon noong dumaan sa wall ng Fezmuk ko. Hindi ko nga lang inaasahan na siya pa ang magsasabi ng mga katagang 'yon sa akin.

"Our world is full of selfish and greedy people. They all have something to fight for, something to witness, and something to say. Indeed, we are conquered by the darkness, and the light we thought we possessed was blinding us to what is real. Open your eyes. Don't let ignorance be followed by regrets." – Miss A, Erity

Bawat hampas ng simoy ng hangin mula sa bintana ay siyang patak ng luha sa mga mata. “Sorry for letting you in pain. Sorry for creating a difficult situation that it’s hard to handle. Sorry for choosing to love anyone else rather than loving yourself. Sorry for the pain that my subconsciousness creates in order to be in this place. Sorry for not being able to love and care for you this time. Sorry for everything and sorry for hurting you deeply that creates a wound that it's so hard to heal right now. Please help me overcoming this and let shine again.” Nakatingala niyang hinaing sa sarili habang nakapikit.

Mas nananaig parin ang takot at sakit na naranasan ko noon. Napahagulhol ako sa iyak. Please someone...save me. Please save me from this sadness. Gusto ko lang namang sumaya, I just want to be love by someone. I just want to feel happy and secured by someone. I couldn't help but pity my self.

“Ms. Martinez, we are not here to reopen wounds. We just—” “Reopen wounds?” putol niya. “They never closed. Hindi pa nga naghilom ‘yung mga sugat ko! And now you’re telling me they feel sorry? Tell them I don’t need their pity.” Napayuko ang abogado. “I’ll… deliver your message.” “Do that,” madiin niyang sagot. “And tell them this—hindi ko sila makakalimutan. Because someday, when I get out of here, they’ll remember my name again.”

dagdag niya pa. Halos madurog ang puso ko sa nasaksihan na paghihirap ng kapatid ko. Umikot ako sa kanyang harapan at pinantayan siya. "You are not a bad person. Okay? Y-you will never be. You're just hurt kaya ka ganyan. All you need is the person who will understand your pain and that is me Kiara. I w-will never turn my back on you." nahihirapang saad ko. "If I am not a bad person why am I suffering in this pain? I deserve to be happy right? But why can't I be happy? Why am I always crying? B-bakit iniiwan ako?"

“Pero hindi rin kita hahayaan na malunod sa self-pity. Kung kailangan mo ng tulong, nandito ako. Pero kung kaya mo, hahayaan kitang gawin kasi alam kong hindi ka mahina.” Napakagat ako sa labi. Ramdam ko ang kirot sa dibdib, hindi dahil sa sakit ng katawan, kundi dahil sa dami ng emosyong binubuksan niya sa akin, mga emosyong pilit kong itinatago para lang hindi niya ako kaawaan. "Salamat," mahina kong sabi. "Hindi mo lang alam kung gaano kahalaga sakin 'yung mga sinasabi mo."

Pulang-pula iyon at malungkot na malungkot. "P-please, don't give up . . . Please, don't leave me . . . don't leave us. I'm sorry for giving you a hard time. I'm sorry for everything. I'm so sorry for being so fucking selfish, but I can't do this on my own. Hindi ko kaya nang wala ka . . ." He begged and tears spilt over and flowed down his face like a river escaping a dam. A solemn tear fell down my cheek; my body looked calm compared to how tangled my mind was.