#tragic

Lebanon will be engulfed again in a huge power game that will last quite a long time. This is the tragic destiny of Lebanon. ↗

— Walid Jumblatt

#destiny #engulfed #game #huge #last

But when you lose a family member or something tragic happens, that stays with you forever. You never get over it. Knowing that you have to deal with that for the rest of your life... Football is important, but not as important as you once thought it was. ↗

— Brett Favre

#family #family member #football #forever #get

It is tragic that people who are incarcerated are unable to vote. They are probably the most important voices to listen to because they can tell us what we need to change. ↗

— Margaret Cho

#change #important #listen #most #need

The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent. ↗

— Erich Fromm

#away #become #child #fully #grow

A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away. ↗

— Ellen Glasgow

#after #away #chief #financial #independence

My time as editor has been overlapped by a crisis - a prolonged, labyrinthine, tragic, seemingly non-ending crisis - that involves the prehistory of 9/11, 9/11, Iraq, Afghanistan, fraught histories between the United States and almost everyone. ↗

— David Remnick

#almost #been #between #crisis #editor

July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida. ↗

— Diego Rivera

#beloved #day #forever #frida #had

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched. ↗

— Erika Slezak

#cliched #come #ever #hopelessly #inadequate

That’s what I’m trying, sir… getting my life. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#sadness #tragic #life

For a moment she believed he had left, but as she shifted away from the wall she sensed him there beside the bed. He was very close. Wretched curiosity! But she would fight it and not look. “Katherine,” he whispered, his breath rolling in a warm wave across her cheek. A traitor tear spilled out, the humiliation was too much to contain. Gently, a finger dabbed the wetness from her skin. He said it again, softly, as though it pleased him just to say it, “Katherine.” “Viktor!” the accented voice bellowed from below. And then the shadow was gone. Darkness overwhelmed her then and carried her away to a land of crows and mocking strangers. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#romance #romantic-suspense #thriller #tragic #young-adult-readers