“Those mornings were fragile things — like flowers blooming in the middle of a battlefield. She hadn’t realized then that the soil… — Maggie Sn Copy Share Image
“We are our own tragedies. The people we love seemingly are only endings that we prefer before the curtain falls on its… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
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“The Times 2 July 1952 WAS BRITISH BARONESS WORKING FOR THE NAZIS IN PARIS? By Philip Bing-Wallace It was alleged that Baroness… — Hugo Woolley Copy Share Image
“Some loves don’t heal you. They consume you until there’s nothing left but the echo of what you were.” — Arden Frost Copy Share Image
“While we haunt ourselves, we become part of others. With all our broken pieces, we are gathered in mosaics— reflecting every careless… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“O que me resta do passado é a coragem de ir buscar uma morte digna de mim e de ti.” — Camilo Castelo Branco Copy Share Image
“Mass is not proportional to volume. A girl as small as a violet. A girl who moves like a flower petal is… — Kim In Yook Copy Share Image
“Yes, You are my hamartia And my muse I don’t have any ex; I am a lover of one The tragic picture… — Yarro Rai Copy Share Image
“Some people don’t enter your life to stay forever— they come like winter sunlight, soft, temporary, and unforgettable. And even after they’re… — Yeasmin Akter Copy Share Image
“Here we are fighting with philosophy We all want to be unloved, betrayed; secretly Because men love tragedy there is no sense… — Yarro Rai Copy Share Image
“My kind of love is made for the stage, untouchable and unbroken; its fate is to be doomed in repetition, in the… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“Anyone has a right to make a fool of herself if she’s really in love,” Caroline said. “There aren’t any laws. But… — Rona Jaffe Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“Cold and confused, I moaned in pain as my ears continued to ring and my eyes began to darken. There was so… — Kayla Cunningham Copy Share Image
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