Tragically Beautiful Meaning Novels & Stories

How long could she survive? There has to be an end to everything. Why should she keep living just to die one day in the end? They say the journey matters, not the destination. A sad smile adorned her lips as big fat sparkly tears fell on her cheeks. Her journey was no different from the path of walking on burning coals. Fate cast her eyes down in sadness as the younger member of wings glared at her. God always has better plans for everyone. If only fate could wipe the tears away of such a precious soul.

Forever blooms. And when it does, the world becomes beautiful again. Briefly. Painfully. Perfectly. Beautiful.

'All this resentment, gloating, petty and anger are delicious to me, I don’t mind standing here enjoying the show wile bathing on these various emotions, it’s the same to those who have sun bath or relaxing in some spa'. 'sigh...But that woman! even a senseless thing like me, still enjoy her weathering beauty that is socked with blood and scars, forming a kind of tragedy yet stunning painting that is full of agony and life by her struggle to keep her little breath going subconsciously even if she show to the public her resignation in frond of death that his image I stole '.

These eyes, on the verge of releasing their captive tears, express a profound yearning for solace and relief from the burdens that weigh heavily upon her shoulders. Every glance offers a glimpse into her inner turmoil, a narrative of struggles and heartaches that words alone cannot capture. They hold the power to evoke empathy, inviting those who dare to look closer to share in her sorrow and offer a comforting embrace. The vulnerability they exhibit serves as a reminder of the fragility of the human spirit and the profound impact a single act of kindness can have on a wounded soul. Her sad eyes, poised to overflow, possess a haunting beauty that draws the observer into a world of empathy an

because, whatever it was, whether happiness or feelings, they were good but not as beautiful as this. until a few days ago, beautiful words defined those tangible things that looked good and attractive to the eyes. But when this love ignites in me, every invisible and intangible thing or feeling seems beautiful to me as the inner me is finding beauty in everything. how crazy this love can make me, not that I'm complaining.

Lost and Found Ayame - “Passion, it lies in all of us….. Sleeping Waiting And though unwanted… Unbidden *It will stir……. * *Open its jaws and howl….. * Passion rules us all……” – Joss Whedon I always wondered why the greats were so tragic. How the most deeply stirring, if not on point, poets were always so sad. Love… It was supposed to be the most amazing thing in the world. The only force that could defy all others. Reshape and redefine the laws; written and imposed alike.

'The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassions, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen. The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.' ❤❤❤❤ A SURPRISE VISIT ❤❤❤❤

I didn't realize that tears were trailing down my cheeks until I felt Hunter's fingers wipe them away. "What happened to your mother, and what happened to Megan, it was horrible. And if I could, I'd take all that pain away, but I can't. But that's the thing Scarlett, tragedies happen, they're a bitter part of life and you can't do anything about it. But what you can do is choose not to let tragedy control your life." His eyes locked with mine, swimming with a hundred different emotions. "You see, it's important to be shaped by tragedy but never let tragedy define you. That's the only way we can be the best version of ourselves."

The tears continued to fall unchecked, mingling with the blood and water that still clung to my trembling body. At that moment, I knew that there was no coming back from this. I was tainted, damaged beyond repair by the horrors inflicted upon me. And as darkness overtook me, swallowing me whole in its suffocating embrace, I realized that there was no hope left for someone like me. I was lost. Broken. Alone. And there was nothing left for me but endless suffering in a world devoid of light or love.

Oh, how he ached to see his beautiful Fae up close and personal. Kinsley hung up the phone with a sigh, her hand shaking and her heart pounding. For some reason that man's voice affected her in a way she did not suspect, nor did she want it. Kinsley prided herself on being unaffected by the opposite sex. So much of her magic was rooted in seduction that when someone tried to seduce or entice her she hardly noticed. Mr. Blackthorne had a voice that was impossible to ignore.