#tragic

Holding the knife with the blade against my palm, it became so clear how my life would only contain shadows now. Shadows of things gone; not just the people themselves but everything connected to them. Was this my future? Every moment, every tiny thing I saw and did and touched, weighted by loss. Every space in this house and my town and the world in general, empty in a way that could never be filled. ↗

— Jennifer Castle

#grief #loss #mourning #tragic-death #death

Her life has seen little light. She is twelve years old but has a woman’s weathered poise. Her abyss-blue eyes have a piercing focus that some adults find unsettling. [...] She has fired a gun into a human head. She has watched a pile of bodies set alight. She has starved and thirsted, stolen food and given it away, and glimpsed the meaning of life by watching it end over and over. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#dystopia #tragic #food

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 his life with someone else, drowning in her own despair, her love for him turning to hatred. A more tragic life, she could not imagine. ↗

— Farrah Naseem

#despair #farrah-naseem #hatred #sacred #tragic

In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears... life! ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#romance #sad #tragic #life

That’s what I’m trying, sir… getting my life. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#sadness #tragic #life

Nostalgia, while feeling in vibe quite similar to love, is always at best detached, thus a little tragic. ↗

— Jake Wilson

#nostalgia #tragic #love

Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me.
 Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could. ↗

— From Louise Erdrich's Shadow Tag

#love

To live an eternity in hell without one’s love. He supposed that could be perceived as somewhat vexing. ↗

— Rosanna Leo

#love

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 story about her mother. Most people laugh and yell for her to lift her skirts, but every so often she'll spot someone weeping and swear they can understand her every word. ↗

— David Sedaris

#sad #tragic #unaware #music

For a moment she believed he had left, but as she shifted away from the wall she sensed him there beside the bed. He was very close. Wretched curiosity! But she would fight it and not look. “Katherine,” he whispered, his breath rolling in a warm wave across her cheek. A traitor tear spilled out, the humiliation was too much to contain. Gently, a finger dabbed the wetness from her skin. He said it again, softly, as though it pleased him just to say it, “Katherine.” “Viktor!” the accented voice bellowed from below. And then the shadow was gone. Darkness overwhelmed her then and carried her away to a land of crows and mocking strangers. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#romance #romantic-suspense #thriller #tragic #young-adult-readers