Quotes About Tragedy

He wrote with terrible rapidity, the twig in his fingers rilling blood without renewal; but in the middle of a sentence his hands denied their service to his will, his arms fell to his sides, the book to the earth; and powerless to move or cry out, he found himself staring into the sharply drawn face and blank, dead eyes of his own mother, standing white and silent in the garments of the grave!

As it was, they had never even managed a successful first date before their romance had gone the way of Romeo and Juliet's -- except that Romeo and Juliet didn't wake up the next day, leave the crypt and say, Now what?

Musgrave and Lawley were alone with the dead body of their friend, whose masquerading dress had become his shroud.

The true tragedy of a routinely spent life is that its wastefulness does not become apparent till it is too late.

The true tragedy of routinely spent life is that its wastefulness does not become apparent till it is too late.

So the fox killed his brother, the wolf. (Mother Scaer)

The Forest that had been about her all her life, certain as a mountain, was made ashes. The high gable that had stood for two hundred years fallen in ruin. Throvenland was torn apart like smoke on the wind. Nowhere would be safe, ever again.

You killed him all to bits, and robbed everyone who knew him, and cut all the good he might ever do out of the world.

La historia está llena de hombres buenos muertos.

Body found floating by the docks . . .

History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce." Karl Marx

But that's what war is. A lot of folk getting killed that don't deserve it.

The devastating punch we took on September 11th still reverberates throughout American society.

The death toll from health care screwups adds up to at least 500,000 Americans annually. That is the equivalent of more than three jumbo jets crashing every day of the year (or over 1,000 jets annually). Because these individuals are dying at home, in hospitals, or in nursing homes, no one is counting the bodies. There is no outrage, no plan to change a system that allows too many to die unnecessarily. The medical profession seems largely immune to the consequences of its errors.

She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.

There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out.

She'd done things to him he thought only happened to characters in country-western songs, laying waste to his car, his dogs, driving him from his home, and making an outlaw of him. It was almost funny.

The child outliving the parents is the only happy story us human beings get.

Then Glenn Beck burned to death on his Internet program, right in front of his chalkboard, burned so hot his glasses fused to his face

Then Glenn Beck burned to death on his Internet program, right in front of his chalkboard, burned so hot his glasses fused to his face, and after that most of the news was less about who did it and more about how not to catch it.

He'd possessed all the key elements of a school shooter: hormones, misery, ammunition. People wondered how something like Columbine could happen. Jude wondered why it didn't happen more often.

After he pulled the trigger, Bing sat with the old man and listened to the rain rattle off the roof of the garage, while John Partridge sprawled on the floor, one foot twitching and a urine stain spreading across the front of his pants. Bing had sat until his mother entered the garage and began to scream. Then it had been her turn—although not for the nail gun.

He had no doubt that Merrin had called out to God here in this place while she was been raped and killed, in her heart if not with her voice. God's reply had been that due to the high volume of calls she could expect to be on hold until she was dead.

The idea that her death should precede his was worse than intolerable, it was obscene.