Tragic Quotes
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.
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.
To abandon the child ‘within’ means that the adult ‘without’ will be an adult in name only. And frankly, I can only name a handful of things that are that tragic.
The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.
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.
That’s what love is like: mother of the greatest bliss and stepmother of the most tragic misery.
If you let life pass you by now, it won't ever come back. You don't get another chance.
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!
For a dream to die, something so tragic would have definitely gone wrong! Be careful you don’t kill your own dreams.
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.
Once upon a time Karen saw somebody nobody else could see. She thought to ask an old man: who were you? Once upon a time I thought to dream of medicine. Now I dream of medicine by the sea.
Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.
I should walk away. That would be the right thing to do. It would be the smart thing. But I can't, because I'm Taylor Caldwell, the girl who cuts.
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.
It’s almost funny, in a tragic way, that the fiery thing at the center of my universe did die and that I, a girl whose name is synonymous with summer, am expected to live without it.
My phone rang, and although it wasn't a sinister time of night, and although nothing had happened that I would later see as foreshadowing, I knew, I knew.
In a very tragic kind of way, sometimes things have to be gone before I fully realize that they were ever there.
Perhaps the most tragic way that self-deception harms us is that we start believing our lies and we teach them to others.
Truth is we are all tragedies waiting to happen
When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet.
Authorship of anything apart from God is nothing more than a tragedy in the making.
Some tragic mistakes are often made by those who acquire the reins of control before their maturity is adequate to handle it.
I wish my life were a movie and I could take it into the editing room and totally cut this part out. And some other parts. Some other parts definitely need to be cut.
What a trajedy to be a martyr for love, yet we worship the characters anyways because they remind us of how we struggled.
For the first time in years, I have vivid dreams, vivid enough to count the stars and the number of ripples in the sea.
The best thing you can say to someone going through a tragic loss is not that"It's going to be alright"It is:"Hold on tight because this is going to hurt like hell".
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.
I didn't know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way.
I went to public school but kept to myself. When you live in a brothel, you don't want anyone coming to your home.
For a moment, Blake said nothing. After chewing on her venom for a moment, he shrugged. “I would rather you hate me for who I am than love me for who I’m not.
Souls soar high above reach, Hands extend but never touch, Words exchanged in dulcet tones, Tis a fated moment to understand one's truth, Time to let go.
The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.