You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.
It was frightening to realize how fast things could go wrong.
(a.) Alt. of Tragical
(n.) A writer of tragedy.
(n.) A tragedy; a tragic drama.
You need to wake yourself up and take a grab at life. No one is going to hand it to you.
Some people are just different, even in the same family.
Authorship of anything apart from God is nothing more than a tragedy in the making.
If you let life pass you by now, it won't ever come back. You don't get another chance.
It was the cruelest of destiny’s tricks, the death of a young person.
Hang in. We’ll make it. We all have each other.
I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?
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. She w...
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
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 he continua...
Icen que a lo largo de nuestra vida tenemos dos grandes amores; uno con el que te casas o vives para siempre, puede que el padre o la madre de tus hijos, esa persona con la que consigues la compenetra...
What's rose? A tragic or romantic flower?
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 will to tru...
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...
Between the disfigurement and the muzzle, it's nearly impossible to catch what she's saying. Always, though, while tripping and stumbling to the music, she looks out into her audience and tells the st...
I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us.
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, ther...
This is not a book about race, though the disproportionate number of those who fell that day were black, and certain racial themes are unavoidable. It is not a book that sets out to compare the United...