Tragically Beautiful Meaning Novels & Stories

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.

Like a pane of glass cracking, fractures making fractures, a fragile crisscross of lines spreading out in a spiderweb shatter. “When something scary happens, or something hurts you, you have to weigh the bad up against the good it gives,” she says. “You have to trust when you look back on it one day, you’ll see all the ways it was pretty. You have to look for the beauty, babe. It’s always there.”

I've lost you, I know I have but I can't lose her too" Her eyes widened in surprise and with an angry growl she declared, "I never want to see you near me or my daughter again, Marcus. You are dead to us" "Don't do this, Mikaella. D_don't do this. I've lost everything but don't-don't take her away from me-"

CHAPTER 93 Mágoa Mágoa - a heartbreaking feeling that leaves long-lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions Origin: Portuguese 93 SAVANNAH'S POV "I'll deal with Damon after Tracy's burial." Those were the words Nick said to me. At some point, I have concluded that life really is unfair and uncertain. Unfair, because at some point the good people dies and the bad people lives. Uncertain, because we don't know how our life goes and when the people close to us will be gone or will return.

"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic" ~ Oscar Wilde My soft sobs fill the empty room, my tear filled eyes fall on Ray's empty bed, I wish she was here with me right now, I feel so alone right now. I think it's better she doesn't see me before I leave, what can the poor girl do herself to save me? At the end we are all just maids.

The misery that has made me want to die, has become the most beautiful bridge for me to become the happiest Omega in this world. -- END --

The sound of something beautiful being ended by something that did not care about beauty, that had never cared about anything except what things were worth and who they belonged to. The pieces scattered across the marble in every direction, white and sharp and beyond reassembly. I stood over them and understood, in the specific way the body understands things before the mind has processed them, what had just happened. Not just the vase. Something else. Some last pretense of what this marriage was, what I had told myself it was, what I had needed it to be in order to stay inside it. It had just hit the floor and broken and the pieces were everywhere. This is what happens to beautiful things i

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

It didn't affect me like this a few years ago, but especially in recent years, I feel a deep joy when I see children. "Nancy, I'll believe you one last time. But if this child isn't mine, I swear I'll kill you. And tell me, what video were you talking about before?"

Tears rolling from her eyes. “Stop it... Please stop it...” She sobs. Alfi’s death had been a great shock for her tiny heart, now she has to see both of her friends getting beaten up mercilessly. Their screams are just like an eerie melody that torments her soul. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said.