The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me....

zoom lens effect,” in which the focus is entirely on oneself, to the exclusion of external considerations.

The kind of death you should mourn over is the one that happen when you abort your potentials prematurely! Life without purpose is a tragedy!

At times it’s like sadness has planted itself on her face, refusing to leave, an overwhelming sadness, and sometimes I see despair there, too.

If a man cries in front of you, it doesn’t mean he’s weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.

{On the death of Hale’s esteemed friend and fellow scientist, Luther Burbank. Burbank was much beloved by the population unil in an interview he revealed that he was an atheist. After this, the public turned...

To me there is no more tragic sight than the average missionary. …We have given so much, yet not the one thing that counts; we aspire so high, and fall so low; we suffer so...

Signý knew she would die a thousand deaths upon seeing another woman with him, bearing his children, raising them with him. All the while, Signý, caged in his dungeons, hearing all the painful details of...

The very same thing, don’t you see, may be looked at tragically, and turned into a misery, or it may be looked at simply and even humorously. Possibly you are inclined to look at things...

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

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

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...

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...

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...

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

I wanted to fall; good thing you pushed me.

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

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...

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....

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

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...

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...