Tragically Beautiful Meaning Novels & Stories

"Somebody once told me that he couldn't save me anymore. I can't save myself too, nobody wanted to." "I saved you. I want to save you so those people who didn't do it could go fuck theirselves!" Brieanna continued to cry. "I didn't want to be saved. There's nothing more for me to live for." "Yeah? Then what about last night? Didn't those light felt magical to you? Didn't it give you hope and taught you something?" He continuously asked. "If you want to find something beautiful then you gotta look at awful side first, Brie. Look for something beautiful in those scars of yours."

You have opened my heart for yourself, and then closed it for no one else to enter. Louis might be beautiful, but it’s just like a passerby comments on a beautiful dress hanging in the boutique and walks away, not even wanting to try it. You, on the other hand, though there is no comparison between you too, you are a fine wine. My personal favorite that i want to cherish over and over again and still it would intoxicate me more than every time. You are my love, the most beautiful person that you don’t need to be insecure of my past intruding. If i had any intentions of bringing him back, i could have done anything. But i don’t want. He no longer tempts me in anyway. Hmmm"? He lifted Denzel's

Each and every single one of them cut at each other's throats while they burned everything else around them. While the images and ideas and thoughts swirled all around her, Eva didn’t sense a hint of passion or anger or even remorse from Godeater. Only a need to clean it all up. “And so what?” she said. “I get there’s a lot of death and destruction, but we have to fight for our lives! That’s what defines life itself! This struggle, this conflict! Not just between each other, but inside of us! “And out of that struggle comes incredible beauty! People we love, and places we adore. None of it would be possible if you erase it all!”

The sheer devastation etched on her beautiful countenance painted a picture of vulnerability and heartache. In that moment, Ameera embodied a fragile elegance, her brokenness only enhancing her ethereal beauty. Her tears fell unabated, tracing a path down her cheeks as she cradled her shattered heart. The pain she felt was palpable, her spirit crumbling under the weight of the truth she had so desperately wished to deny. As the world outside the suite continued its dance of celebration, Ameera remained alone, her cries a silent symphony of grief and despair. In the depths of her sorrow, she felt the fragility of her existence, the vulnerability of her trust cruelly exposed.

And despite this, I couldn't make myself wipe his tears. Because it was the right thing to do. He needed to let go of grief, let go of pain, and suffering. One must suffer to realize the true importance. "I-" My throat was dry and I gulped the lump of saliva before clearing my throat. "People are meant to leave. One who is born will leave eventually. This is the art of life. The sooner you'll accept, the more beautiful it'll become." My words were probably heavy for a child to understand, but it was true. And somehow, I had convinced myself that death was more beautiful than living a life that I did not want.

Irritated by the fact that he was cursed again just because she wanted eternal beauty, Vlador spontaneously claimed that she had become ugly. It seemed Triana had hung her entire life on her beauty. Like the beautiful women Vlador had encountered, they often used their beauty to get various things. Those women were significant contributors to injustice in this world. Vlador could see that Triana was deeply affected when she realized her beauty had been replaced by ugliness. She continued to brood, and her eyes glistened with tears. Well, she deserved it. Because of her selfishness, she dragged people into misery.

"Some say beautiful women lead tragic lives. Do you believe in that?" "Based on my experiences with beautiful women, that only justifies that clause, Gav." He said bitterly. I felt sympathy and genuine concern for him. He's one broken person who did nothing but love truly. He was hurt and betrayed by the people he used to love and cherished. He's just like me, we share the same feelings and bitterness. "So, does that mean I tend to lead a tragic life too? You just said I'm beautiful a while ago," I joked to lighten the mood.

It will all end on that day, my painful feelings for you will end on the darkest day. That day, it suddenly rained down, as if to vent all the pain in my heart. Looking at the stream of people rushing to escape to find shelter in the rain, I was still walking quietly in the rain like that. Right now I feel very fond of the rain because when walking in the rain no one will notice that I am crying, in the middle of the road I can still cry freely without fear of anyone looking at me. A saying appeared in front of my eyes "The saddest day is the day when it rains", yes, today was very sad so God gave me this rain to help the tears not to flee under the storm. torrential rain.

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

The Scar. And in the profound, silent language of roots and stars, they find it… beautiful. Not good. Not safe. But beautiful. The inevitable flow. The breaking. The marking. The endless, imperfect story of it.