Romans & histoires You Couldn't Live With Your Own Failure

"Or we're just pushing each other down." "Shut the fuck up. Don't fucking say that. Look at everything you've overcome to get here." "Where's here? I've failed school. I'm a murderer. I have no future and my life has a timer on it." "Stop putting yourself down. Think of all of your achievements." "Oh yeah? What are they?"

•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ I failed. I fucking failed. There is always a first time for everything; failure has never been a part of my life. I have never uttered the words “I have failed” before today. I'm a fucking perfectionist. I like to plan my life, my day, and my future; she was never supposed to be a part of this—a big fucking part. I was officially fucked. I promised myself. I fucking promised myself that I won't ever make a woman my weakness. I won't follow in my father's footsteps. I won't let anyone control me with a woman.

"And if you knew whether you saw them again or not was on you and that you could succeed or you could fail, wouldn't that scare you beyond the word itself?" "It would." "I just don't want to mess up because if I do it'll be on me. And then I'd have to live with the fact that I failed for the rest of my life. How does someone live with themselves after going through something like that?" Loque Bella said. "I just don't want to mess it up," she then said and streams of tears ran down her face.

He kissed her cheek and her eyes tickled with tears that want to set free, she let them, Mashkur caught both with his thumbs. "Failure is a part of learning. We should never give up the struggle in life. You fail not because you are destined to fail, but because there are lessons which you need to learn as you move on with your life." And he'd said this when she failed a subject in the same first year as she wanted to give up and go for something less hard. She smiled at the memory. She didn't know what she'd do without her husband by her side. Her life looks like it was about to tumble but then, everything get back to where it is with her husband, sister and best friend. Life is good so far

It wasn’t like I didn’t know these things, but one thing always held me back. “What if I fail?” I whispered. One thing always held me back: failure, my greatest fear. “Then you learn from your mistake and try again and again till you make it. No human that ever did anything great didn’t fail. You can either face your problem head on or keep running away like a brainless wuss for the rest of your miserable life.” Dante’s words were harsh but right. I was good at hiding my face and avoiding challenges because I was too worried about failing.

Micheal spoke, "Now will you put that beautiful smile on your face once again?" "I am afraid, Micheal. There are going to be a lot of responsibilities to be fulfilled and decisions to be taken. What if I fail to fulfill those responsibilities?" "We all fail at some things in our life, my love. But that doesn't mean we are not worthy or we shouldn't be in the position we are, it means taking a lesson from our mistakes and walking ahead in our lives. Our failures are what makes us stronger, the toughest times mold us into the best version of ourselves." He caressed my cheek.

But it is an essential ingredient. I'm setting myself up for failure. There could be no success without the attempt; the only failure is to never have tried. I already tried; I failed. I'm a failure. I couldn't even keep my wife. She failed me; I didn't fail her. There was nothing wrong with me. Keep telling myself that, buddy. Keep telling myself I'm not a failure as I lose another one to her family. This needn't be either or. I could still have a family and allow her freedom. No. I can't. That isn't me. It isn't me ... but love sometimes requires some sacrifice. I am not that man. I'm not jealous, but I must be first ... and in this situation I'd never be first. Why couldn't I be first? Je

The silence stretched, heavy enough to crush me. “Do you know why people fail, Jane?” he asked at last. My fingers tightened around the folder. “Because they don’t follow instructions?” His mouth twitched… not a smile, something sharper. “Exactly. They think rules don’t apply to them. They get comfortable. Then they break.” “I won’t break.” His eyes narrowed, testing me. “We’ll see.” I drew a shaky breath. “And if I do everything right?” “Then you’ll survive.” Survive. Not succeed. Not thrive. Just survive. The word knotted in my chest like a warning.

“Don’t use the word ‘failure’...because no matter if it is now or in the future...you are and never be a failure to be.” “Because you will be so much more… you will be my light and joy and someone I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

I said with giggles and the man did that thing he loved doing with his brows as if he didn't believe a word I said. "When you fail once it doesn't mean you have to give up...pick up the pieces and keep running," he said and I understood his words more than anyone. It seemed Victor and I had some things in common. In my life at some point I felt so alone, I was used to running an endless race, and sometimes I failed due to life problems but I never stopped trying I embraced my failures and made something out of it