Quotes About Tragedy

My old friend," he began, "is down below, his face we'll see no more, for what he thought was H2O was H2SO4

When I want somebody to read to, To match a dream with tuneful phrase, It is my nurse that I pay heed to, Companion of my youthful days, Or, following a boring dinner, A neihbour comes in, who I corner, Catch at his coat tails suddenly And choke him with a tragedy, Or, (here I am no longer jesting), Haunted by rhymes and yearning's ache, I roam beside my country lake And scare a flock of wild ducks resting: Hearing my strophes' sweet-toned chants, They fly off from the banks at once.

in which he was mortally wounded by his brother-in-law, George Danthès. His death was mourned publicly by all Russia.

And how did this misfortune occur? inquired the latter, resuming the interrupted conversation.

If you break this door you will find me dead on the threshold. And be easy, madame, you shall be revenged, said Bussy.

Imagine, a September 11 with weapons of mass destruction. It's not 3 000. It's tens of thousands of innocent men, women and children.

The tragedy of the commons arises from missing (or too long delayed) feedback from the resource to the growth of the users of that resource.

really sorry you lost your sister and brother-in-law. There's never anything adequate to say in sympathy,

But for me, it is when a student has died. I find the death of a young person the most difficult and painful of times. To explain it to other young people, to see a bright future snuffed out, is just awful. I am haunted by those deaths.

An empathetic Indigo can feel this heaviness as if the tragedy were personal. This is where confusion can occur for the Indigo who can't tell the difference between their own feelings and those of someone else. It can feel the same, because heavy feelings are heavy feelings regardless of their origin. It

Sometimes, it's difficult to know if it's your own feelings or someone else's. Indigos also feel bombarded with painfully negative energy whenever a world tragedy occurs. Whether it's shock, anger, or sadness over the event, the Indigo feels it deeply. Not only do Indigos feel all of these energies

September 11 was terrible but, if one goes back over the history of the IRA, what happened to the Americans wasn't that terrible.

It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.

But every time an artist dies young, Kurt Cobain or whatever, it's always the people -- "It's so sad, he had so much more to give." How do you know? Maybe he was out of shit. He got all the money, he did all the drugs, he fucked all your holes, and that's the American Dream. And when you're done with that, you go, "Oh, that's why they call it a dream. It's bullshit. I'm still empty.

the idea of six thousand innocents being annihilated in this way was devastating,

Maybe it would be well understood in this far future time that resilience, determination, refusal to accept defeat, and ability to bounce back from tragedy were the hallmarks of the human condition.

kinetic round would bring massive death and destruction to Turlock,

How many times had politicians, elected solely on charisma and domestic policy expertise, made tragic blunders, totally avoidable tragic blunders, leaving the soldiers in the field to twist in the winds of political expediency? Spilling

No one in that room had deserved death. He

Five thousand! The biggest loss since 9/11.

The family that moved into a house and sound out several days later, in the worst way you can imagine, that their sewer line said nothing hooked up. True. And the crane did fall on the house, it was a town house, and the owners don't aren't in. True. And don't forget the house they had to knock down and start over. True.

there are certain tragedies from which we never recover. We may eventually adjust to the sense of loss that pervades every waking hour of the day. We may accept the desperate sadness that colors all perception. We may even learn to live with the loss. But it doesn't mean we will ever fully cauterize the wound or shut away the pain in some steel-tight box and consider it vanquished.

The millions and millions of corpses, the wasted lives that communism left behind as testament to its main accomplishment, were enough to give any sane believer pause. There were some true believers left, like the British historian Eric Hobsbawm, but the world generally reacted to them with the incredulity deserved for a person standing on top of a pile of corpses promising that with just a few more deaths he could make the whole thing right.

I cast a spell to make me Juliet. It worked. But I forgot that Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy. I got what I asked for.