Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ

“I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me whole.”
― Nicole Lyons

“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.”
― Emily Henry, A Million Junes

“To abandon the child ‘withinâ€� means that the adult ‘withoutâ€� will be an adult in name only. And frankly, I can only name a handful of things that are that tragic.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“In a very tragic kind of way, sometimes things have to be gone before I fully realize that they were ever there.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The Osage elders sang the traditional songs for the dead, only now the songs seemed for the living, for those who had to endure this world of killing.”
― David grann, Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI

“Leave us, you were always on the outside of our love.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Unconsoled

“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.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“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.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Twisted

“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“The most tragic thing for a person is to have a very limited capacity in the matters of dream!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If I have refused to risk, I have in the self-same decision refused to love. And if indeed I have refused to love, tragically I have refused to live. And when will I realize that that in and of itself is an unacceptable risk.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I didn't know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way.”
― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

“He drew a ragged breath. 'You ...'
Felisin waited, hoping the life would flee this husk, flee it now, before� 'You ... were ... not what I expected ...'
Armour can hide anything until the moment it falls away. Even a child.
Especially a child.”
― Steven Erikson, Deadhouse Gates

“Trouble is, what would I do with her once I won her?- it's like winning an angel in hell and you are then entitled to go down with her to where it's worse or maybe there'll be light, some, down there, maybe it's me's crazy-”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Obituaries were the final diary page of life lived, whether pleasant or tragic, full or barren.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, The Reckoning at Gossamer Pond

“Your beauty is tragic.
It is the sweetest sin,
Heaven ever created!”
― Shillpi S Banerrji

“Marcus Brutus was the original tragic hero of the play ‘Julius Caesarâ€�, Aditya concluded. Perhaps, Shakespeare should have named his play ‘Marcus Brutusâ€�. But then again, it all must have boiled down to saleability and marketing; Julius Caesar being the more famous and thus bankable name. Ironical it was, Aditya smiled. The same Shakespeare had once said-‘What’s in a name...”
― Anurag Shourie, Half A Shadow

“In the face of immense tragedy—yet again—unexpected beauty.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“If not for a dumb beast's incomprehension at its own destruction beneath
the loving hands of two heartbroken children.”
― Steven Erikson, Deadhouse Gates

“I'm sorry!" Piggy cried, knowing for certain now that he could never return. That he had a promise to keep in the freezing current below. And swerving away from his advancing father, from his mother, from Charlie Volchek too, all of whose cries he imagined he heard carried on the wind, he shouted to Sam to wait for him, that he was coming.

Then, in one soaring swoop, he flew out after her through empty space and thought with blinding clarity as he fell: So this is what love comes to.”
― Diana Henstell, Friend

“Still, the comfort in his small bed made Theo feel tragic, his mattress a coffin, the bludgeoning rain his burial soil.”
― Steven James Taylor, the dog

“Authorship of anything apart from God is nothing more than a tragedy in the making.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Tell me that you don’t love me, and I’ll leave you alone. In this time or the next. Tell me that you don’t feel free. Tell me you can’t stand the way I look at you. But don’t tell me that I’m not allowed to love you. I will love you through every minute, every day, and every year for the rest of my life. My love for you is timeless.”
― Moryah DeMott, Timeless: A Novel

“My heart is torn in tiny pieces scattered throughout the years. I exist in several places because you carry those pieces with you, wherever you go, whoever you choose to be, I’ll be beside you in one form or another.”
― Moryah DeMott, Timeless: A Novel

“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 States unfavorably with Britain, though it is written by a Briton to whom gun culture is alien. Finally, it is not a book about gun control; it is a book made possible by the absence of gun control.”
― Gary Younge

“I went to public school but kept to myself. When you live in a brothel, you don't want anyone coming to your home.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Finding Gideon

“It makes me wonder if living under tragic circumstances inflects a person's sentences, irresistibly, with poetry.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“Your love was a vine - enchanting and beautiful, crawling around my heart and up my throat; then it strangled me. Your love, hauntingly tragic.”
― Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

“And the whole town just stood there crying,
Looking at the darkness,
For something wholesome and good”
― Ben Howard

“„Pewnej nocy zapytaÅ‚ mnie, jaki dom najbardziej mi siÄ™ podoba â€� opowiadaÅ‚a mi Angela Vicario. â€� A ja odpowiedziaÅ‚am mu, zupeÅ‚nie nie wiedzÄ…c, po co mnie o to pyta, że najÅ‚adniejszym domem w miasteczku jest domek wdowca Xiusâ€�. OsobiÅ›cie odpowiedziaÅ‚bym tak samo. Domek ten staÅ‚ na wysmaganym przez wiatry wzgórzu, z którego widać byÅ‚o bezkresny raj bagnisk pokrytych fioletowymi zawilcami, zaÅ› w jasne letnie dni można byÅ‚o ujrzeć przejrzysty widnokrÄ…g Karaibów i transatlantyki pasażerskie w Cartagena de Indias. Bayardo San Roman udaÅ‚ siÄ™ jeszcze tej samej nocy do Club Social i przysiadÅ‚ siÄ™ do stolika wdowca Xius na partiÄ™ domina.
–Szanowny wdowcze � powiedział mu � kupuję pański dom.
–Nie jest na sprzedaż � odrzekł wdowiec. � Kupuję ze wszystkim, co jest w środku. Wdowiec Xius wytłumaczył mu ze staroświecką uprzejmością, że wszystkie znajdujące się w domu przedmioty były kupowane przez jego małżonkę w ciągu całego życia pełnego wyrzeczeń i że tym samym stanowią dla niego jakby cząstkę jej samej. „Mówił ze ściśniętym sercem � powiedział mi grający wówczas z nimi doktor Dionisio Iguaran. � Byłem pewien, że wolałby umrzeć, niż sprzedać dom, w którym był szczęśliwy przez ponad trzydzieści lat�. Bayardo San Roman również uznał jego racje.
–Dobrze � powiedział. � Wobec tego niech mi pan sprzeda pusty dom.
Wdowiec bronił się jednak do końca gry. Po trzech nocach Bayardo San Roman, już lepiej przygotowany, ponownie przysiadł się do stolika gry w domino.
–Szanowny wdowcze � zaczął znów � ile kosztuje dom?
–Jest bezcenny.
–Proszę podać jakąkolwiek cenę.
–Przykro mi, Bayardo � odparł wdowiec � ale wy, młodzi, nie rozumiecie, co to znaczy słuchać głosu serca.
Bayardo San Roman nawet się nie namyślał.
–Powiedzmy, pięć tysięcy pesos � zaproponował.
–Gra pan uczciwie � odparł mu wdowiec starając się zachować godność. � Ten dom nie jest tyle wart.
–Dziesięć tysięcy � powiedział Bayardo San Roman. � Od ręki i gotówką, banknot po banknocie.
Wdowiec popatrzył na niego oczyma pełnymi łez. „Płakał z wściekłości � wyznał mi doktor Dionisio Iguaran, który nie tylko był lekarzem, ale miał też zacięcie literackie. � Wyobraź sobie: taka suma w zasięgu ręki, a tu trzeba odmówić przez zwykłą słabość serca�. Wdowiec Xius nie mógł wydać z siebie głosu, lecz bez wahania odmówił ruchem głowy.
–Wobec tego proszę, by wyświadczył mi pan ostatnią grzeczność � powiedział Bayardo San Roman. � Proszę tu na mnie zaczekać pięć minut.
Po piÄ™ciu minutach rzeczywiÅ›cie wróciÅ‚ do Club Social z sakwami inkrustowanymi srebrem i poÅ‚ożyÅ‚ na stole dziesięć plików banknotów po tysiÄ…c, jeszcze opasanych sygnowanymi banderolami Banku Narodowego. Wdowiec Xius umarÅ‚ w dwa miesiÄ…ce później. „To go zabiÅ‚o â€� mawiaÅ‚ doktor Dionisio Iguaran. â€� ByÅ‚ zdrowszy od nas wszystkich, ale kiedy siÄ™ osÅ‚uchiwaÅ‚o jego serce, w Å›rodku sÅ‚ychać byÅ‚o plusk Å‚ezâ€�. SprzedaÅ‚ bowiem nie tylko dom Å‚Ä…cznie ze wszystkim, co siÄ™ w nim znajdowaÅ‚o, ale oprócz tego poprosiÅ‚ Bayarda San Roman, by należność spÅ‚acaÅ‚ mu ratami, gdyż nie pozostaÅ‚a mu na pocieszenie nawet skrzynia, w której mógÅ‚by schować tyle pieniÄ™dzy.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Chronicle of a Death Foretold