Self Pity Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don't know but this time with all my heart I am saying this to you. I love you. I love you very much. Pero alam kong nasaktan na kita. Alam kong sobra kitang nasaktan and I'm sorry because I have to do that. It's the only thing I know how to protect you from so much pain. I don't want you to pity me. I don't want you hurt but I guess I did hurt you right? You didn't know how much I cried when you knelt in front of me. I wanted to embrace you with all the strength I have but that time I don't have any strength to fight. I'm sorry Perfi. With all my heart...I'm sorry.

And when it rains 🎵 On this side of town it touches everything 🎵 Just say it again and mean it 🎵 We don't miss a thing 🎵 You made yourself a bed 🎵 At the bottom of the blackest hole 🎵 And convinced yourself that it's not the reason 🎵 You don't see the sun anymore 🎵 'Did you like it? Did you enjoy?' 'I don't like it and I didn't enjoy it.' He pouted that made me laughed.

Napailing na lamang ako. "Madalas kong maisip. How does it feel?" ani ko sa kawalan. "How does it feel to cry on your mother's shoulder while sharing your burdens? How does it feel to have a family to rely on?" Lalo akong tumingala nang naramdaman ko ang panggigilid ng aking mga luha. "Have you ever felt too much pity for yourself?" I murmured and glanced at Agustine.

she said between her sobs. “YA ne dolzhen byt' tem, kto tebe tozhe dolzhen izvinit'sya. Ty dumayesh', tvoi izvineniya mogut chto-to sdelat', chtoby ispravit' to, chto ty sdelal?” Mas lalong humigpit ang kanyang pagkakahawak sa leeg nito. “What poison did you let her drink?” [translation: I shouldn't be the one you should apologize too. Do you think your apologies can do something to mend the things you did?] “Cyd, I can’t breathe…”

Paulit-ulit iyong tumutunog kaya sinagot niya ito ngunit galit siya. “What?!” bungad niya sa kausap. I covered my almost-naked body with a thick blanket. I silently cried and prayed. I don’t get it. I really don’t. I know I’m not a bad person. I try to do the right thing, be kind, and all that jazz. But here I am, suffering like there’s no tomorrow. It's like the universe has a twisted sense of humor. Life keeps throwing curveballs at me, and it’s frustrating.

While mine, full of guilty. Marahan niyang pinalis ang mga luha ko sa pisngi. At hipokrita ako kung itatanggi kong hindi ako pinang-initan sa bawat paglapat ng daliri niya sa mga pisngi ko. "I-I'm really sorry---"

Ang bawat komento, bawat reaksyon, ay nagbibigay sa akin ng lakas upang tapusin ang bawat madugo at emosyonal na kabanata. Huwag kayong mag-atubiling magsalita. Sabihin ninyo sa akin ang inyong saloobin—ang galit, ang kilig, ang sakit. Dahil ang kwentong ito ay hindi lang akin. Ito ay atin. Maraming salamat sa patuloy ninyong pagtitiwala. With blood, desire, and devotion, QuillWhisper

Agad silang umalis nang makita ng lalaki. Palaging may nararamdaman akong masakit sa mga pinsan na ito. Kahapon puso ko; ngayon naman, ulo ko. Ewan ko na lang talaga sa mga Peralta! Nilingon ko siya. Nandoon pa rin siya, nakatingin sa akin. "What?" "Nothing, I just pity you." My brows furrowed together, "Pity of what?" "Pity that you have to sacrifice everything for the name of love."

sarkastiko niyang pag-kastigo sa sarili. Napasalampak na lang sa sahig si Yesha at napa-yukyok. Gusto niyang umiyak dahil sa pagka-miserable ng pakiramdam niya, pero ni isang patak ng luha ay walang pumatak sa kanya. Hindi niya napansin kung gaano siya katagal sa ganoong posisyon, “I need to get going,” saad niya sa kanyang sarili. “Walang mangyayari sa akin kung magse-self pity ako dito,” dugtong-saad pa niya. Saka niya pinilit ang sariling tumayo at pumasok ng banyo.

Pumikit ako para i-composed ko ang sarili ko. " Common Mirabella, easy.easy .it's your first day, don't let this frustrate you" mahinahon kung sabi sa aking sarili. Ipinagpasalamat ko na dahil sa pinagdaanan kong sakit sa buhay, natuto akong mag handle ng aking emosyon. Agad kong kinuha ang panyo sa aking bag, at pinunasan ko ang mukha ko at ang damit ko hoping na ok pa. I don't want to feel helpless sa mata ng iba, I do't want pity, that's the last thing I could hear from anyone. That's why, mas gusto kong mapag isa lagi, I believe na I don't want anyone's help. Ako lang ang makakatulong sa aking sarili, no one, not even my family.