Worthless Quotes Novels & Stories

But the gluttons were not contented and almost became a parasite. As she grew older, Thera realized that there was no such thing as one time to those people. If there’s the first wish, a second one will follow, and there would be a third even. And once you refuse one time, they would make you feel that you were a worthless person. You’d wrong them big time, and they’d stab you in the back non-stop.

The luncheon continued as though nothing had happened. That was the strange thing about wealthy people; disasters could unfold directly in front of them, and if someone managed to place a smile over the damage quickly enough, everyone simply moved on. Plates were cleared, glasses were refilled, and conversations returned to acquisitions and investments. Richard looked more relaxed now, accepting compliments from investors who had no idea how close the presentation had come to becoming a problem. Sophia remained beside him, but every few minutes her eyes drifted toward me but I pretended not to notice. I had learned long ago that being noticed inside the Harrington family usually came with a

The one who pretended to be the one in charge communication staggered back with a pale face as he asked, “Do you know how much money you have just blown up?” “Worthless” Chris spat in disgust “Money earned from destroying one’s soul is the worst ill-gotten money and, in my eyes, it is worthless.” The man had no choice but to pass the message to his sponsor; the only thing he could sigh in relief was that he was about to meet his maker. He didn’t have to worry about facing the wrath of that twisted diabolical man.

That I hadn't insulted him with my disappearing act. I shuddered as the humiliation surged through me again. The black hole that lived inside me grew and pulsed as my inner asshole rose to vibrant life. No one will love you. How can they? You're a murderer. You helped a serial killer destroy countless lives. You killed daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, cousins. You're worthless. He should've just killed you. Then all those other women and girls would still be alive. They're better than you. Even as society's trash, they were better than you.

Who knew those seven little honest words would be the start of a whole new kind of emotional pain? ‘‘Water finds its own level. I should accept my fate. You can’t rise above your station, no matter how hard you try, what accent you give yourself or how expensive your clothes may be.’’ It’s the most self-depreciating thing that has come out of my mouth in a long time, but he’s ruined my mental state and I can’t see beyond the misery right now. I started life as a worthless common shell being used by men, for men, and that’s exactly where I am now. I never climbed out of my dark hole; I just found myself much more dangerous captors.

"No one is to blame for this, you did this to yourself. If you can hear me well then great, if you can't well that's a shame. I will remind you when you wake up. If you die then oh well, this was a good therapy session for me." "I actually feel sorry for you.." "Your life was pretty pathetic, this is what I'm probably going to say at your funeral and I know how much you value other people's opinions. I will just dish it all out. How you were a prostitute, how you abandoned your daughter, how you sold your mother's precious jewel for some hipster pants to wear to a college party. Basically just tell them how pathetic you were—"

"Laura, listen carefully. You’ve been nothing but a disaster for five years. Every attempt, every hope, every word you’ve uttered has been wrong. You are reckless, always thinking you’re clever, always imagining you’re in control when you’re not. I tolerated your whining, your foolish attempts at being brave, your constant interference in everything that matters to me. You’re pathetic, Laura. Useless and Barren. Worthless for the things that matter most. You humiliated me in front of everyone. You made me look weak. You’ve wasted five years of my life. Do you even realize how much pain you’ve caused me? You’ve made a fool of yourself and everyone around you. I gave you love, and you turned

“What is it, Lucas?” “What is it? Do you want to know what is wrong? I’ll tell you what is wrong, okay? What's wrong is that I am a coward. A useless human being. A heartbreaker. What is wrong is that I am weak. A pathetic loser. I am ashamed of how much I lost. And the worst thing is that now, the whole world is watching me lose. What is wrong? That’s what’s wrong! You get it now?” he spoke in a deep shrill, almost making me tear down again.

“And you’re not worthless.” But his words only make the ache worse. I feel my chest tighten, and a sob escapes me as I pull against his grip, desperate to break free. “Yes, I am,” I manage, my voice cracking, the tears falling faster now. “Look around, Zade. Just look at what I’m doing, what I’m willing to do.” I gesture wildly around the room, the reality of it crashing down, the shame choking me. “This is the evidence, Zade! I’m willing to sell myself to strangers because that’s all I think I’m worth. I’m disgusting. I don’t know why you can’t see that.”

" We make mistakes and sometimes we need to be punished to realize what we did was wrong." "Yes." Oliver let go of me, heading for Noah instead. I took a huge gulp of air, like it would rid of the fire that was dancing atop my skull. " Did you hear that my boy?" I knew he didn't believe it, but for both our sakes I watched as Noah nodded slowly, fear crippling his entire existence. "Say after me my boy; women are worthless, they should be treated like trash." "women are worthless, they should be treated like trash."