Quotes About Tragedy

City government can and must help San Franciscans prepare for emergencies in order to avoid tragedy where possible and minimize loss of life and property when emergencies occur

In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within.

There are two great tragedies in life: one is to fail to achieve one's grandest ambitions, and the other one is to succeed.

I know a good woman who thinks that her son lost his life because he took to drinking water only.

At a certain age, death becomes familiar to you-or a loss becomes familiar-the tragedies that are more commonplace in life.

There's no political point worth my son's life.

Life plays the same lovely and agonizing joke on all of us.

Running has made my life worthwhile. I used to be more dead than alive after the personal tragedy in my life.

I think the tragic feeling is invoked in us when we are in the presence of a character who is ready to lay down his life, if need be, to secure one thing -- his sense of personal dignity.

My life has been full of external tragedies and if they have not left any visible effect on me, I owe it to the teaching of the Bhagavadgita.

The bitterest tragic element in life to be derived from an intellectual source is the belief in a brute Fate or Destiny.

... life is a comedy far darker than drama. It just takes time to learn what to smile at.

Some of the funniest moments I've ever experienced have been in the midst of tragic situations in my life.

What's the classical moment that every actor or actress deals with? A tragic thing. They get that blank, faraway look in their eyes. But in life, it's not that way.

Death is always, under all circumstances, a tragedy, for if it is not then it means that life has become one.

One of the greatest tragedies of life is the murder of a beautiful theory by a gang of brutal facts.

The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound, then from my eyes, my ears, my mouth. It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.

They know that tragedy is not glamorous. They know it doesn't play out in life as it does on a stage or between the pages of a book. It is neither a punishment meted out nor a lesson conferred. Its horrors are not attributable to one single person. Tragedy is ugly and tangled, stupid and confusing.

What a horrible death for those poor, dear, naughty dogs.

I'd think of these images - people dying, a city drowning - instead of thinking about Rosemary, dying, drowning.

In fact, the mark of tragedy became, with time, a mark of glamour.

Tragedy is ugly and tangled, stupid and confusing.

tragedy is not glamorous. They know it doesn't play out in life as it does on a stage or between the pages of a book. It is neither a punishment meted out nor a lesson conferred. Its horrors are not attributable to one single person. Tragedy is ugly and tangled, stupid and confusing.