#aged

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried. ↗

— Erich Segal

#tears #tragedy #death

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending. ↗

— R.J. Gonzales

#death #loss #loss-of-a-baby #miscarriage #sad

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young. ↗

— John Webster

#jacobean-tragedy #murder #youth #death

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death ↗

— Aeschylus

#inspirational #death

In the center lay the exploded carcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn't lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#humor #irony #life #tragedy #death

I was thinking about all these things and more, but I wasn't really thinking about them at all. They were just there, floating around in the back of my mind, thinking about themselves. What I was really thinking about, of course, was Lucas. ↗

— Kevin Brooks

#love #love-story #tragedy #young-adult #death

Die Welt ist nirgends außer diesen Mauern; Nur Fegefeuer, Qual, die Hölle selbst. Von hier verbannt, ist aus der Welt verbannt, Und solcher Bann ist Tod: Drum gibst du ihm Den falschen Namen. - Nennst du Tod Verbannung, Enthauptest du mit goldnem Beile mich Und lächelst zu dem Streich, der mich ermordet. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banishèd is banished from the world, And world's exile is death. Then "banishèd" Is death mistermed. Calling death "banishèd", Thou cuttest my head off with a golden axe And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. Romeo: Act III, Scene 3 ↗

— William Shakespeare

#liebe #love #tod #tragedy #tragödie

Tragedy is when someone ends up dead. Everything else is just a bump in the road. ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#tragedy #truth #death

She nailed it to the wall with her well-aimed dart, like a butterfly with no will whose sentence has always been written. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#fate #tragedy #death

Only the debris of wreckage, and not much of that, was left behind by the sharks who fed on tragedy: the fishermen, too, mourned the death of a living child. ↗

— William Trevor

#loss #tragedy #death