Tragic Love Meaning Novels & Stories

“I did what I thought was best to save you. To save us.” “I know,” he whispered, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “And that is the tragedy. You made the choice out of love, and in doing so, you lost the very feeling that motivated it.” He turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the citadel. Liora stood alone by the dying fire. She looked down at her hands. She had performed the ultimate act of love. She had torn out a part of her own soul to save his. And now, neither of them knew what to do with the empty space she had created.

“I just wanted to try one last time, to convince myself that you're not mine anymore.” “The only emotion that those memories brought is nostalgia. Just nostalgia, and probably… grief.” Lucien's eyes lit up. “Grief is good. Where there is grief, there is love. You can't grieve what you never loved.” “Wrong Lucien.” I argue. “Where there is grief, there was love. Grief is mourning something that used to be there but it's no longer present. And besides, I meant grief as in grieving our child. My baby-” I pause, trying to hold back tears threatening to fall. If a tear mistakenly falls through, a dam will be open. I can't start crying here in the open.

~ Dorathy ~ I looked at him again. “Sometimes the real tragedy isn’t loving the wrong person. It’s loving the right person at the wrong time.” Tears slipped down my face now, but I didn’t wipe them away. “I loved you enough to fight for us,” I continued. “But I love you enough to stop standing in the way of your happiness.” I wiped my face with the back of my hand, feeling the years of pent-up exhaustion settling into my bones.

He moved closer instinctively. “Ariana, please…” “I love you.” He admitted shakily. “I have always loved you.” His eyes were very red now like he was going to cry any minute. Pain stabbed through my chest hearing the words I spent years dying to hear. Years. And somehow that only made this worse. “That’s what makes it tragic,” I whispered and Damian froze. “I still don’t understand your version of love, Damian. Because maybe… maybe it would’ve hurt less if you never loved me at all.” I revealed and his face crumbled completely.

"Ok fine. Let me teach you something that you can tell bhai to appreciate him for bringing you here on this trip." "Ok. Tell me." Once he would be home you can tell him, "Woh ishq hi kya jo na tar paye. Woh pyaar hi kya jo na rulaye. Ye ashique ye dil tujhpe shaw bar kurban hain." (What is that passion if that fails to torment you? What is that love if it fails to make you cry? Oh my dear lover, I can sacrifice this heart a thousand times for you.) "And what's the meaning of it?" I was still struggling to remember that.

That’s all they want, just money. I knew it, I shouldn’t have let history repeat itself. Can’t anyone just love me for who I am and not because of my money? What is the point of wealth if it is attached with betrayal, sadness, heartbreak, a life without LOVE! I’M DONE WITH THIS SHIT! PEOPLE ARE TERRIBLE!’ Oh my God… Tristan loves me?

I asked, ignoring the ache in my heart. “Love,” he said softly. His eyes shone in regret and deliverance. “Do you even know the meaning of this,”? I asked slowly. Tears brimmed my eyes. “Love is when you touch each other's soul before touching the body. Love is honesty and trust. Love is when you complete each other like a puzzle. Like you never know you were missing a part of yourself until that person comes. Love is an invisible threat that binds two souls together. Love is when you yearn for each other and to be together until eternity. Love is finding serenity and solace in that person that his one word is enough to lit up your world. Love is when two people complete each other, no matte

His muscles were solid beneath my fingers, rock solid, and his grip on me tightened as he tried to control the shaking of his hands through shallow breaths. I felt the burn of tears as I sat there, completely powerless to stop whatever was going through his mind. He could be remembering anything, any horror, and there was no way I could stop it. I had been there so many times already and it had ripped my heart apart each and every time. But I wouldn’t leave. Love was stronger than hate. Whatever hate was locked inside his body and whatever hate was burned into his mind, I knew our love could push it out. I believed in the power it gave us.

She was still surprised by his words: “What do you mean?” “You know, even though I was allowed to return to the Gonzalez family, my father only cared about my older brother. I had no voice, or even love from my father. I just wanted to get back what my mother should have, I also wanted my father to see me as his real son. It was also my mother's wish.”

His eyes met mine, and they were so sad, so empty, that it was inevitable to control the shudder by the shiver in the back of my neck. “Love hurts more than people might think” she said slowly, releasing my necklace and staring at his own hand. “ Loving is the only way to discover the worst sides of a whole. Without love, we are nothing. With him, we can lose everything we considered essential. The only way to avoid a tragedy is by forgetting your faith, and finding a way to cross the sentimental labyrinth that drives the hearts of lovers. “ She looked up again, frowning her eyebrows. “ Pain teaches, and there is nothing more painful than loving someone who will not have time to reciprocate