Quotes About Tragedy

Supongo que nadie es capaz de leer, en la borra del presente, las señales de sus futuras tragedias.

The tragedy of modern war is not so much that the young men die but that they die fighting each other--instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

A life without tragedy would not be worth living. We

O burn the house! You've murdered the husband, slaughtered the cattle, poisoned the well, raped the mother, killed the child - you must burn the house! You're soldiers - you must do your duty ... O burn the house! Burn the house! Burn the house!

Almanzor, in Dryden's tragedy of "Almahide," did not change sides with more gallant indifference than the exemplary nurse.

It was beauty killed the beast.

Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.

There was a great cry in Egypt; for there was not a house where there was not one dead.

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.

Drunk driving is a killer disease.

Would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

From battle and murder, and from sudden death.

Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man [Abner] fallen this day in Israel?

Half owre, half owre to Aberdour,'Tis fifty fathoms deep;And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,Wi' the Scots lords at his feet!

She buried him before the prime,She was dead herself ere evensong time.God send every gentlemanSuch hounds, such hawks, and such leman.

Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands,O where hae ye been?They hae slain the Earl of Murray,And laid him on the green.

The greatest tragedy that can befall a man is not death but the inability to do what should be done at the right time

Now the tragedy of an attachment is that if its object is not attained it causes unhappiness. But if it is attained, it does not cause happiness—it merely causes a flash of pleasure followed by weariness; and it is always accompanied, of course, by the anxiety that you may lose the object of your attachment.

Who knew love could kill you?

That's what the gods do," he says, "they spin threads of ruin through the fabric of our lives, all to make a song for generations to come.

He says, "I saved her only to hear her die.

The war that killed your grandfather killed sixteen million others. One and a half million French boys alone, most of them younger than I was. Two million on the German side. March the dead in a single-file line, and for eleven days and eleven nights, they'd walk past our door.

I saved her only to hear her die.