Tragic Love Quotes

“Mass is not proportional to volume.
A girl as small as a violet. A girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then, like Newton’s apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her, with a thump. With a thump.
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.
It was my first love.”
― Kim In Yook, Physics of Love 사랑의 물리학

“I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Take Me Tomorrow

“The Times
2 July 1952
WAS BRITISH BARONESS WORKING FOR THE NAZIS IN PARIS?
By Philip Bing-Wallace
It was alleged that Baroness Freya Saumures (who claimed to be of Swedish descent but is a British subject) was one of the many women that entertained the Gestapo and SS during the occupation of Paris, a jury was told. At the baroness’s trial today, the Old Bailey heard Daniel Merrick-James QC, prosecuting council, astonish the jury by revealing that Baroness Freya Saumures allegedly worked with the Nazis throughout the Nazi occupation of Paris.
There was a photograph of a woman in a headscarf and dark glasses, alongside a tall dark-haired man who had a protective arm around her, his face shielded by his hand. A description beneath the image read: Baroness Saumures with her husband, Baron Ferdinand Saumures, outside the Old Bailey after her acquittal.
Alec could not see her face fully, but the picture of the baron, even partially obscured, certainly looked very like the man lying dead in the Battersea Park Road crypt. Alec read on.
When Mr Merrick-James sat, a clerk of the court handed the judge, Justice Henry Folks, a note. The judge then asked the court to be cleared. Twenty minutes later, the court was reconvened. Justice Folks announced to the jury that the prosecution had dropped all charges and that Lady Saumures was acquitted.
There was no explanation for the acquittal. The jury was dismissed with thanks. Neither Baron nor Baroness Saumures had any comment.
Baron and Baroness Saumures live in West Sussex and are well known to a select group for their musical evenings and events. They are also well known for protecting their privacy.
Alec rummaged on. It was getting close to lunchtime and his head was beginning to ache.”
― Hugo Woolley, The Wasp Trap

“I found him between a reality and a nightmare.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Take Me Tomorrow

“You make me feel like a firefly. Trapped in a belljar; starved for love.”
― -Ayushee Ghoshal, 4 AM Conversations with the Ghosts of Old Lovers

“Like a white knight in a station wagon, he drove out of her life.”
― Andrea Hurst, Always With You

“Your memory whips harder than your betrayal!”
― Yarro Rai

“Anyone has a right to make a fool of herself if she’s really in love,” Caroline said. “There aren’t any laws. But you have to realize everyone else does it too, and forgive yourself. That is a law.”

“Whose law?”

“Caroline’s law,” Caroline said.

“Do you really believe that?” April asked softly.

“I have to. I try to, that is.”
― Rona Jaffe, The Best of Everything

“My name is Cassandra Temperance Steel, I said to the beautiful imaginary Death Angel, as if my name wasn’t already on her Santa Claus-like list of souls to collect that evening. Spare me.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“Here we are fighting with philosophy
We all want to be unloved, betrayed; secretly
Because men love tragedy
there is no sense of danger in endings which are happy
It is what it is
Men and his desire to be loved and unloved equally.”
― Yarro Rai, The Prose will be forgotten

“Yes, You are my hamartia
And my muse
I don’t have any ex; I am a lover of one
The tragic picture of our youth”
― Yarro Rai, Philophobia: The Hip Version

“O que me resta do passado é a coragem de ir buscar uma morte digna de mim e de ti.”
― Camilo Castelo Branco

“Cold and confused, I moaned in pain as my ears continued to ring and my eyes began to darken. There was so much blood. Shadows lurked nearby—as if Death herself were stalking me. A Reaper—a farmer of souls, loitered in the back seat, waiting to take me. I could feel her presence as she waited to harvest.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“We are our own tragedies.
The people we love seemingly are only endings that we prefer before the curtain falls on its own accord.”
― Laura Chouette

“While we haunt ourselves, we become part of others.
With all our broken pieces, we are gathered in mosaics—
reflecting every careless smile, echoing every careless word.
We become them eventually,
in the way we live and survive each night.
Ghosts, bohemian wallpapers, and shiny crystal whiskey glasses,
used by them—hauntingly beautiful, collected, and far behind.
And after all this, nothing of ourselves remains.”
― Laura Chouette

“My kind of love is made for the stage,
untouchable and unbroken;
its fate is to be doomed in repetition,
in the most beautiful form of art.”
― Laura Chouette

“Those mornings were fragile things — like flowers blooming in the middle of a battlefield. She hadn’t realized then that the soil beneath them was already drowned in blood and bone, too rotten to let life truly take root.”
― Maggie Sn

“Some loves don’t heal you. They consume you until there’s nothing left but the echo of what you were.”
― Arden Frost, The Fallen Prince: Book Two of the Crystal Realms Saga

“From When Goodness Dies

“Goodness doesn’t vanish—it fades slowly, like the last light in a room where love used to live.”
― Thomas Miller