#tragic

The more painful it is, tragically, the more you do learn, though, that's the good part. ↗

— Sylvia Browne

#learn #more #painful #part #though

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#juliet #love-at-first-sight #lovey-dovey #play #retarded

California is a tragic country - like Palestine, like every Promised Land. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#country #every #land #like #palestine

Sometimes in the most tragic situation, something just profoundly funny happens. ↗

— David Hyde Pierce

#happens #just #most #profoundly #situation

Quite often in life, when a tragic event arrives it becomes a springboard for mirroring all other things in one's life that one hasn't come to terms with. ↗

— Charlotte Rampling

#becomes #come #event #hasn #life

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

We assert that the subject is crucial and only that subject matter is valid which is tragic and timeless. ↗

— Mark Rothko

#crucial #matter #only #subject #subject matter

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

Holding the knife with the blade against my palm, it became so clear how my life would only contain shadows now. Shadows of things gone; not just the people themselves but everything connected to them. Was this my future? Every moment, every tiny thing I saw and did and touched, weighted by loss. Every space in this house and my town and the world in general, empty in a way that could never be filled. ↗

— Jennifer Castle

#grief #loss #mourning #tragic-death #death