Self Pity Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I had even become blind to his shady behavior toward our marriage, para lang maging masaya siya't ipinadurusa ko naman. My face was dry, but he was still standing there, and I could feel his gaze on me. I don't want to be pitied by anyone anymore. I don't want them to look at me and think to themselves how pitiful I am. I am a Fabian. Nobody should feel sorry for me.

Sa lahat-lahat ng aking nagawa. I’m sorry for the times I ignored you. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I’m sorry for only talking to you when I need help. I am sorry I am not more grateful for your gifts. It seems all I can see is what I am lacking. I am sorry for not giving you thanks every day. Sure, some days are hard. Some days I feel like there is no light. But I have a roof over my head, a family that loves me, and food on my table. I’m so blessed, and I am sorry for not realizing that enough.

"I didn't mean any of this to happen." "May magagawa ba ang sorry mo? Will it bring our mother back? Tangina, Dorchner! Huling-huli na ang lahat kasi wala na si Mommy!" She cried. Napaupo yung isang babae dahil sa panghihina kaya yumuko na din yung isa para patahanin siya. I cried with them. A mixture of anger, disappointment, and pity started building inside of me. I am angry and disappointed at myself. I thought I did the right thing for myself— to keep my sanity, I have to have him. I feel pity towards the Lauriers. I know how it feels like to lose someone you love.

Hindi makangiti at hindi makakilos. And now, my conscience is eating me up. Why do I need to pity someone who threw me out of his land? Tell me? Utang na loob ko pa ba sa kanya ang pagtira ko roon? Siya naman itong nagdala sa akin doon. "Kahit isa lang-" "Will you stop?" putol ko sa sasabihin niya. Napakurap pa siya at bahagyang gumalaw ang kahon na hawak niya.

Tinawanan ko lamang siya at umiling. "You're the first one who asked me and now you're the one who's saying those things." He just shrugged his shoulders and sips on his coffee. "I'm sorry to say this if this will offend you, but I really pity you when I first heard your story. The first thing that came to my mind while listening was, aside from that I pity what had happened to you. But also, you were so brave and strong even though in the end you died miserably," he said as if he's feeling sorry to what had happened to me.

“Sorry. Kasalanan ko.” Hindi ko mapigilan na sisihin ang sarili ko sa pagkawala ni Pinter. Hindi man ako ang pumatay sa kaniya pero pakiramdam ako ang dahilan. Kung ako na lang sana ang nagbukas ng pinto buhay pa sana siya ngayon. Kung marunong lang sana akong mag-ayos ng sarili ko hindi na kailangang magtawag pa ng ibang tao para ayusan ko eh ‘di sana buhay pa ngayon si Pinter. Nakangiti pa rin sana siya ngayon at masayang binabati si Hugo gamit ang malandi nitong boses. Humiwalay sa pagkakayakap sa akin si Hugo at hinawakan ang balikat ko. “It’s not your fault, baby. Huwag mong sisihin ang sarili mo.”