Words For Sad Novels & Stories

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

“I mean don't we call bread bad when it goes stale, so is my body going stale.” “Oh no, that’s not what feeling bad means.”, Sarah shakes her hand before my eyes. “It’s a feeling, you know when you feel happy, sad, angry. It is the same thing, you just feel bad.”, she tries to word things I don't know, but the word that catches my ear is the new word, “Feelings.” “What are feelings?”

It’s Aaron again. "Saudade." "Saudade?" We all asked together. Is that even a word? Surprisingly, I haven't heard of it. "It means both happy and sad at the same time," David gave the answer. Sara put down what she’s eating and looked at David to confirm what he just said. "There's a word for that?" I pouted my lips and think about it. I turned to Hana and gave her a confusing look. "Is that possible? To be happy and sad at the same time? One of the two should weigh more, right?"

I muttered, the words heavy with sorrow and resignation, my gaze sweeping over the bloodstains that marred my clothes, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded before my eyes. "Sir, you need to take it easy, you need to take heart," the doctor's voice reached me through the fog of grief, his words a distant echo in the storm of emotions raging within me. I knew his intentions were kind, but loss bore down on me like an anchor, dragging me into the depths of despair. "It's easier said than done," I murmured to myself, the words heavy with the burden of sorrow that threatened to crush me under its weight. I found myself sinking to the floor, my back against the cold wall, a solitary f

The words tumbled out, each one a shield against the vulnerability that threatened to consume her. A maelstrom of emotions, as elusive as mist, enveloped her. "But why," she wondered aloud, her voice a tremor in the quiet expanse, "do I get so overwhelmingly sad when he is not around me?" The admission hung in the air, both an acknowledgment and a revelation that reverberated within her chest.

I say, looking off into the distance. "It's okay to be sad. It's okay to feel what you need to feel and to let it all out" "I try not to. I'm an ex-military man, and they don't drill it into you to turn your emotions off for nothing. I try not to get sad because I own a company that needs someone strong..." "Being sad isn't a weakness. It's a definition" "Of what?" How can it be a definition. It's not as easy as that.

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.

L I E F D E S V E R D R I E T (Dutch) (n.) the sadness, depression, or pain one feels about a love unanswered or love that is gone. As the sun left the horizon and the moon and the stars stole its rightful place, Eunae found herself still crouched in the corner of the dark hotel room without any food in her stomach nor any blink of sleep. Her mind continued to race with the miserable events that took place in her life, her heart falling into irreparable pieces remembering the news she received earlier on that stabbed her like a knife, and her throat closing in with the lump of breath caught up within.