You Can't Save Everyone Novels & Stories

Once doubt creeps in, it spreads like wildfire. I took a deep breath and forced a few tears. "Deke, my numbers were bad this month—no bonus. And my mom's sick, so I sent her six hundred." I watched him carefully. His smile faded, dark eyes scanning me like I was a math problem that didn't add up. "You always put in two or three grand. So... you're not saving anything this month?" His voice turned cold. "If you don't contribute, how am I supposed to save for a house and our wedding on my own?"

“They’re dead because I wasn’t good enough.” I stepped closer, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. “You did everything you could, Ethan. You always do. But you can’t save everyone. None of us can.” He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping. “It’s not enough. It never feels like enough.” I tightened my grip on his arm, willing him to believe me. “You’re keeping us alive, Ethan. All of us. And that’s more than anyone else could do.”

"Oh, but I am. Scary enough that you're questioning yourself. Doubting. Wondering what your breaking point is." "I don't have one. Not where Hope is concerned." "Everyone has one. Yours is quite simple actually. Want to know what it is?" "Not particularly." "It's choice. You can't stand making impossible choices. Choosing who lives and who dies. Who to save and who to sacrifice. That's your weakness. Your fatal flaw." "Everyone hates those choices." "But you're paralyzed by them. Remember Jude? You couldn't decide whether to save him or protect Hope. So you tried both. Nearly got everyone killed."

Save one. Destroy one. Preserve one. But she had spent every lifetime refusing. She looked at the other Emily. “You're wrong.” The woman's smile faded. “About what?” Emily stepped forward. “I don't have to choose between people.” The woman shook her head. “You will.” “No.” “You cannot save everyone.” Emily looked toward Aria. “I don't have to save everyone.” Aria understood first. Her eyes widened. “Mama…” Emily smiled. “I only have to give everyone the chance to save themselves.”

"To save forty children who would have died. That's what. Not theory. Not abstract good. Real children. Real lives. Real difference." "At what cost? What if one of our kids had been shot? Killed? Would saving those orphans be worth losing Elena? Arthur? Gabriel?" "That's not fair. We took precautions. Had security. Made it through safely. Everyone survived." "This time. This time everyone survived. What about next time? When we're not so lucky? When precautions aren't enough? When we sacrifice our family for strangers?" Dante stood. Paced. Frustrated. "They're not strangers. They're humans. Children. People who deserve help. Who deserve to be saved. We have resources. Capability. Privilege.

Adam Locke made it his mission to control our marital finances. Every time I needed money, he subjected me to an interrogation. All I was allowed was 300 dollars a month, no more, no less. "Asking for money again?" Adam asked, shoving his ledger in my face. "You've already reached your withdrawal limit for this month!" I stared at the ledger. That 300-dollar budget was supposed to cover our children's medical bills, our daily household expenses, and even the money Adam owed restaurants or colleagues whenever he got drunk at one of his "business events." Not a single one of those expenses had been for me. Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up from the table, and his tone softened al

Breaking a soul is very easy but saving one is very hard. You have to do it You have to do it You have to do it You have to save her Christian. No matter how difficult it is. No matter how unbearable it is. You have to... For the future you ought to achieve.. For the life you desire to live..

"We saved them but someone still died and I keep thinking that if I'd been faster or smarter or better then maybe he'd still be alive." "Or maybe you'd be dead instead. Or maybe we all would be." His hand found mine. "You can't save everyone. No one can." "Then what's the point? Why do we keep doing this if people die anyway?" "Because more people live than die. Because the alternative is doing nothing and letting all of them suffer." He squeezed my hand. "You're not responsible for every bad thing that happens just because you couldn't prevent it."

Those electric blues were glowing with a dangerous glow as he took a step forward towards her and then said, “ Maybe, you did not understand what I was trying to say. When I said that I do not wish to save anyone then it meant that I do not have any obligations to save anyone. I will give everything to save you because you are my mate but that is not the case for everyone do you understand? Unless they are related to me in one way or another and I truly have to save them only then will I make a move if not then you can forget about me trying to save them. And it will be better if you learn that there are sometimes where you have to think twice before making a move.”

Eight years ago, my daughter, Joey Porter, was stuck in the desert of death. Her GPS had blinked out, and she ran out of supplies. She kept calling for me for over a dozen hours over the walkie-talkie. The only rescue team was an hour's flight away from her, only to get intercepted halfway there. Later on, I found out that my wife, Ruby Shaw, spent 800 thousand dollars bribing the dispatch center, rerouting the rescue team's flight route just so they could save Ruby's younger brother, Howard Shaw, instead. Howard had had too much to drink at that time, causing him to lose his way outside the resort that was located at the edge of the desert. When he was found, it turned out that he was a