Tragically Beautiful Meaning Novels & Stories

But its extraordinary beauty covers up for its deadly sins. ‘It’s…’ I struggle with my limited vocabulary. There is nothing to define or justify its uniqueness. I find it hard to express my emotions particularly. It's provoking in a sort of way. ‘Sack me if I am wrong but it's the most exquisite thing I have ever seen. It's…'

It feels both alive and tragic. But all I can think of is another painting, locked away in the dark. A single chrysanthemum suspended above a body of water—brutish, violent, and filled with unmuted anger. "It's amazing what people are capable of doing to each other," I whisper. "And the beauty that those horrors can inspire."

the tailor whispered. "What makes you so beautiful to me is that you care so much about others; that you see my beauty, that you show how special I am to you; that you see my beauty, that you show how special I am to you; that's what's got me for life. You aren't just beautiful; you make the space around you beautiful as well; you affect others and bring their beauty out of them, and you do it with ease. It's who you are. You are a flower that makes others bloom,

There is such magnificence and attraction in the manifestation of these feelings, but vulnerability accompanies its fragile beauty. I embrace the beauty, reveling in it as the tears turn to diamonds before our eyes, rich with despair and utter hopelessness. As the diamonds splash into our own personal time capsule, it seems to make everything even darker, but even more beautiful. I don't understand why, or even how. The water rises to our waists and the real panic escalates to a whole new level. I'm constantly switching between laughing and bawling in a crazy way that should probably never be tried at home.

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

I was so consumed by my thoughts of him, which escalated to me clinging to life, that I forgot all about the gem that hung around my neck. It all seems like a cruel joke. No longer can I dispute everything Ayawamat has ever said about animals and his feelings towards them. He was right about everything. Why would a Goddess, who is gifted with the ability to grant others peace and love, allow the magic of her bonds to be so enthralling that it leads to one's destruction? As I say that, I can’t help but wonder if that’s how Azadou felt. The Gods feel things in such a heightened way, and with this all being new for him, did the weight of it all make him snap? Was the bond between us so powerful

It's trying to convey a message, but what could it be? An illusion of tomorrow... I have to avoid? Behold, the melancholy of tomorrow? These sentences are eerily similar. If I dissect the nature of these sentences, it could mean something tragic will happen, but the manner it was conveyed is... disturbing. It's like I saw my greatest fear and most dreadful regret in an infinite loop. For now, I'll figure out what I can. If I go by my conclusion of what happened, then the tragedy to occur is my death. I don't mind dying unless i-

They are fragments of a life unlived, a future untold. So, I weep. Not because I see them fulfilled without me, but because I don’t even know what they represent. Are they the dreams I never knew I had, or the nightmares I’ve yet to face? Their happiness is both beautiful and heartbreaking, a mysterious paradox I’m unable to solve.

Why do I have to worry that he will find them ugly? “ You know. ” Tristin’s hand appears in my sight and grabs both of mine at once. “ I think your scars are beautiful. They show that you went through a tough time and survived to be here today. There is nothing to be…ashamed about that. Survival…however it’s done…is the symbol of strength. ” Our eyes lock, and I forget to look away from him again. It’s true. I have nothing to give him. But all my life, I have been giving everything that I had…to people that didn’t deserve any of it.

He stops her, not letting her go. Her stubbornness getting on his nerves. "Fine. " "But I need to know the reasons." They both stare and she sighs, asking him directly. "What is the definition of the word beautiful for you Ethan? He looks at her in confusion, but still answers. "Someone who is appealing to the eyes, someone who is flawless and stunning." "Exactly. And you look at me Ethan." "I a flawed in more ways you know." "I am broken." "I am a fucking mess dammit!"