Tragic Love Story Quotes

“DEMON MATH
What is JUST in a world
you've ripped in two
as if there could be
a half for me
a half for you
what is FAIR when
there is nothing
left to share
what is YOURS when
your pain is mine to bear
this sad math is mine
this mad path is mine
subtract they say
don't cry
back to the desk
try
forget addition
multiply
and i reply
this is why
remainders
hate
division.”
― Kami Garcia, Beautiful Chaos

“I think that perhaps everyone has a moment that splits their life in two. When you look back on your own time line there's a sharp spike somewhere along the way, some event that changed you, changed your life more than the others. A moment that creates a before and an after. Maybe it's when you meet your love or you figure out your life's passion or you have your first child. Maybe it's something wonderful. Maybe it's something tragic. But when it happens it tints your memories, shifts your perspective on your own life and it suddenly seems as if everyone you've been through falls under the label of pre or post.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, One True Loves

“Don't worry about it, my child. Tell yourself that you are experiencing a true love story. But of course. Have you ever seen anyone write a poem about the woman he married and who yells at him four times a day? Do you think that if Romeo and Juliet had had six children together, there would have been a book about them? You're suffering! That's why you're playing so well now!”
― Marjane Satrapi, Chicken with Plums

“I'm no longer a short story. I'm now a novel.
Better yet, I'm a work in progress.”
― Adam Silvera, The First to Die at the End

“I guess you are happy now, being the loneliest star in the night
Like you always wanted to be
and I being the only guy who wishes for it”
― Yarro Rai, The Prose will be forgotten

“The end of the idyll was implicit in the beginning: I at least knew that, though you might not. And also that the more enchanted the idyll the greater must be the pain of its ending. That won’t endure. Hearts don’t really break, you know.”
― Georgette Heyer, Venetia

“I vow not to show, not to reveal
my burnings, my ashes, and your embers, your flames running rampant
on my will to lift myself from your reminiscence.”
― Yarro Rai

“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

“The next day, I’d be going home. Little did I know that, as I slept, the universe was already conspiring, like a table full of gossiping women, to help nudge me in the right direction to- ward my fate... or to my death.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“Cassie, if you’d known back then that this is where our paths would lead us... that I would get sick... would you have still chosen to be with me?”
Did he seriously not know the answer? How much I loved him? “Xuan, I do choose this path, every night, in my dreams. I cannot imagine my life any differently.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“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

“Xuan’s movements were fluid and effortless, and I followed his lead with ease. The world around us faded away, and for a few precious moments, it was just the two of us, lost in the music in a peaceful quiet. I prayed that God would look down on us and see the beauty of our existence, and the trueness of our love. I prayed that He would decide to spare Xuan and leave us alone for many years. I prayed for a miracle.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“Through the stillness they heard the church clock striking five.
"Oh, Ethan, it's time!" she cried.
He drew her back to him. "Time for what? You don't suppose I'm going to leave you now?"
"If I missed my train where'd I go?"
"Where are you going if you catch it?"
She stood silent, her hands lying cold and relaxed in his.
"What's the good of either of us going anywheres without the other one now?" he said.”
― Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome

“Cassie, you need to understand that he only agreed to undergo treatment because of you. He made this choice solely for you, and no one else. Despite being aware of the limited time he has left and the financial burden the treatment will impose on his family, he chose to stay by your side.”
I knew, had known the moment he’d agree to undergo the treatment. I hated myself for being the cause of his pain.
He continued to push. “Xuan is doing the cancer therapy stuff even though he didn’t want to. He loves you that much. And because you asked him to do this, he is. And one day, because of love, you will stand by Xuan until the end and you’ll have to watch him die. And because he loved you, you will eventually have to let him go, because that’s what he would want.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“I love you, Konstantin. I love you like salt. And I'm going to fix this."
Salt.
More than salt.
Morton's. Himalayan.
Sweat. Blood. Capers. Roe.
Maura.
So much more than salt.
Something shakes loose inside of him. An instinct to feed her.
He only has one memory left, enough for a single ingredient. Something salty--- he was salty in it--- all attitude. But with an undertone of regret, a dash of guilt. A longing for affection.
He recalls it--- the kitchen, the refrigerator door, the way the cold air felt along his skin--- lets it travel along his tongue--- his father and that awful tie, the kids and all of their unkindness, his own fear and shame and loneliness--- rolls it like a marble inside his mouth--- the anger that exploded from his chest, his dad's defeat, his own terrible regret--- and feels it harden, rough and textured, crystalline, saline, its nooks and crannies and hand-harvested flakes seasoned to taste, flavored by this memory--- the ache for attention, for connection, for love.
It's a subtle salt. Delicate.
Fleur de sel.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“Then I realized what I had said.
He really didn’t fly away.
He really was rotting away on the dirty city streets.
And maybe he never would get out”
― Yarro Rai, Never meant to be: Modern day Romeo and Juilet

“That was how I met Giovanni. I think we connected the instant that we met. And remain connected still, despite the fact that Giovanni will be rotting soon in unhallowed ground near Paris. Until I die there will be those moments, moments seeming to rise up out of the ground like Macbeth's witches, when his face will come before me, that face in all its changes, when the exact timbre of his voice and tricks of his speech will nearly burst my ears, when his smell will overpower my nostrils.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“She took my morning with her. My day begins in the afternoon, and it’s always hazy.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya, Safa Tempo: Poems New & Selected

“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

“My ex-boyfriend was dramatic, adventurous, and selfish. At one time I thought I’d do anything to make him happy. I thought I might even love him, but I’d never told him that. He had me under his spell. That was before I found him sleeping with someone else. The three-year enchantment was broken after that. The magic lifted. Finding my boyfriend and a high school friend in bed together was horrific. Made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for him, and it took me a while to realize that wasn’t true. The aftermath of our breakup left me feeling utterly defeated, and my self-confidence plummeted to unimaginable depths—perhaps as low as the wreckage of a sunken ship or the depths of the Mariana Trench, which is known to be the deepest point in the ocean. It was that bad.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“I couldn’t help but scream. Xuan reached for my hand and grabbed it tightly.
“Cassie, look at me. It’ll be okay. I promise you, we’ll make it through this. Together.”
I nodded. “Together,” I repeated with a shaky voice.
I remember the water. I remember screaming as the vehicle ricocheted forward, then down again, and the guardrail gave way, sending the vehicle toward the edge. Then the metal gave out and we were falling.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“The mean-spirited, unpredictable cancer beast had changed all of our lives. There were unspoken details of our life before cancer. Now, only the stark reality of life after cancer remained. I was acutely aware that, regardless of the treatment’s outcome, we were bound in a race against time. A relentless clock, damnably ticking away, measured the fleeting seconds of Xuan’s life. Its insistent rhythm served as a re- minder of our finite journey. Though it may have momentarily paused, the clock would invariably resume its steady wind down toward zero.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“The world has envied those who loved truly and passionately and they always will because they are alive in a way one cannot be alive by mere food or breathe.”
― Yarro Rai, Beyond Passion and Dreams: Two Souls. One Fire. No Survivors.

“Maybe some way, somehow, I will be. You were my life's saving grace, and I carry you with me from this world and into the next, and I hope if there is another life for us, we'll meet again. Until then. My love always, Oliver.”
― Ann Aguirre, Heartwood Box

“If it's just us two up here," he said, "what does it matter if we're a mess?”
― Julie Berry

“We sing the glory of love all the time. We never look beneath broken hearts.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“It’s a love story out of time—because time was the one thing we never had.”
― Kamary Phillips, Terminal Love: They Found Each Other at the End of Everything

“In sickness… and in health… till death do we part…” Her eyes redden, brimming with tears. “You promised me, Jake. Twice. Long before this world fell apart. You swore you’d take care of me. Has that changed?”
― Jon Waugh, The Dearly Departing: The Dreams They Planted

“A dark Southern Gothic tale of forbidden desire and supernatural vengeance. Within the cursed halls of Chesterson Manor, love turns deadly, and ghosts of the past hunger for redemption.”
― Thomas Miller, The Deadly Lust Of Chesterson Manor : A Story Of Lust Love And Death

“The Man Who Loved Too Much That Killed Him

A tragic psychological story of a man whose love turns into his undoing. This haunting piece explores obsession, loss, and the thin line between devotion and destruction.”
― Thomas Miller