You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.

I don’t need drugs to make my life tragic.

He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.

How beautiful the tragic seems when it is beneath a mask, but when it appears so nakedly before me and… when I am so forcibly implicated… I don’t know whether I care for it so...

Yes, she was the girl playing basketball with all the boys in the park, collecting cans by the side of the road, keeping secret pet kittens in an empty boxcar in the woods, walking alone...

And if there is one last thing I would have you know before we reach these final pages, it’s that sometimes, no matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we want it to...

darkness falls upon Humanityand faces become terriblethingsthat wanted more than therewas.all our days are marked withunexpectedaffronts – somedisastrous, othersless sobut the process iswearing andcontinuous.attrition rules.most givewayleavingempty spaceswhere people shouldbe.and nowas we ready to self-destructthere is...

I wanted to fall; good thing you pushed me.

Life is magical. If life had no magic, it would be tragic.

That’s what I’m trying, sir… getting my life.

—Elígeme —susurré—. Porque, ,mi corazón? ,Mi alma? ,Mi maldita existencia? Ya han hablado y te quieren, y únicamente a ti… para siempre.” -Chase

The world is a sad place today. I miss the good ol’ days. Gosh, why can’t I just go back to last weekend?

I still think that everyone’s life, no matter how unremarkable, has a singular tragic encounter after which everything that really matters will happen. That moment is the catalyst – the first step in the equation....

It is often tragic to see how blatantly a man bungles his own life and the lives of others yet remains totally incapable of seeing how much the whole tragedy originates in himself, and how...

Yet despite…accommodations with commerce, Möser regarded the market as primarily a threat–to the artisanal citizens of the town, to the traditional wants of the peasantry, and to the political structure to society, since it created...

For a dream to die, something so tragic would have definitely gone wrong! Be careful you don’t kill your own dreams.

Love me, even if it’s a lie. Leave me yet never say goodbye.

People will go through their entire lives justifying every damn decision…they’ll fight for all the wrong things, until finally the right thing stares at them square in the face. That’s when the choices start to...

Love is a lot like bowling, I thought as I drove by a boarded up and abandoned bowling alley. Like the economy, I’ve made a full recovery since we broke up.

In past wars only homes burnt, but this timeDon’t be surprised if even loneliness ignites.In past wars only bodys burnt, but this timeDon’t be surprised if even shadows ignite.

If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn’t write a single word, but that would be tragic.

We were his disposable things. Brought to him like cattle. Stripped of what made us sisters or daughters or children. There was nothing that he could take from us—our genes, our bones, our wombs—that would...

It’s hard to hear over the racket of gunfire. Politicians want to talk about war, but the people want to talk about peace.

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

If we could only get rid of consciousness. What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it. To be part of the animal...

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that’s the beauty of it, too.

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

It’s a shame there has to be a tragedy before the best in people will finally shine.

Science is rooted in the will to truth. With the will to truth it stands or falls. Lower the standard even slightly and science becomes diseased at the core. Not only science, but man. The...

Ang mga sagot ngayo’y baon-baon mo na sa kung saan ka man papunta. Sa paglisan mo ngayon, hindi ka na talaga babalik. Babalik ka man sa aking isip, nakaapak pa rin ako sa lupa kung...

It’s just the love for her in my heart that is morphing into this madness and how can I run away from it? Sometimes I want to when I can’t bear it anymore, but where...

The Comtesse’s fellow prisoners in this antechamber to death were characteristic of the ill-assorted gatherings thrown together in Revolutionary prisons: duchesses and prostitutes, actresses and politicians: the Duchesse de Crequy-Montmorency and Madame Roland; Madame du...

In a fit of anger he had said to her, “You’ll always be miserable,” to which she thoughtfully replied, “Is that so? It’s impossible to be miserable when you’ve known tragedy and hardship. Both strengthen...

Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow…a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes.

She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d’Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.

The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.

Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death...

She walked beside Jared, four inches of rain-dashed darkness between her hanging wrist and his.

I was so affected by the tragic shootings that took place in Newtown, Connecticut, as we all were.

It was Disney World fused with Cancerland.

Her life has seen little light. She is twelve years old but has a woman’s weathered poise. Her abyss-blue eyes have a piercing focus that some adults find unsettling. […] She has fired a gun...

…I was there when we opened the gates. Some of these poor wretches running out were so emaciated they actually died from the excitement of being liberated. I saw it happen several times. These people...

Love, he told himself, was open to interpretation like any other abstract indulgence but followed the same principles everywhere, irrespective of everything else. One, either won or lost in love, there was no bridge in...

In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears… life!

That’s what love is like: mother of the greatest bliss and stepmother of the most tragic misery.

We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.So shows a snowy...

Suddenly exhausted, she closes her eyes and slips into nightmares again. Graveyards rising out of the ocean. Her friends’ corpses in the light of their burning school. Skeletons ripping open men’s chests and crawling inside....

Open your mind to new experiences, particularly to the study of other ­people. Nothing that happens to a writer – however happy, however tragic – is ever wasted.