#tragic

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#juliet #love-at-first-sight #lovey-dovey #play #retarded

That last winter was a tragic story and I got no personal honour out of it but I was a witness to it. ↗

— Laurie Lee

#honour #i #last #out #personal

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted. ↗

— Frederick Leboyer

#closed #eyebrows #eyes #raised #these

Sometimes in the most tragic situation, something just profoundly funny happens. ↗

— David Hyde Pierce

#happens #just #most #profoundly #situation

My time as editor has been overlapped by a crisis - a prolonged, labyrinthine, tragic, seemingly non-ending crisis - that involves the prehistory of 9/11, 9/11, Iraq, Afghanistan, fraught histories between the United States and almost everyone. ↗

— David Remnick

#almost #been #between #crisis #editor

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched. ↗

— Erika Slezak

#cliched #come #ever #hopelessly #inadequate

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

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

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