Quotes About Tragedy

One man had been completely submerged in the boiling liquid which inundated the cabin, and in his removal to the deck, the skin had separated from the entire surface of his body. The unfortunate wretch was literally boiled alive, yet although his flesh parted from his bones, and his agonies were most intense, he survived and retained all his consciousness for several hours.

The night was a magnificent confirmation of "women and children first," yet somehow the loss rate was higher for Third Class children than First Class men.

Overriding everything else, the Titanic also marked the end of a general feeling of confidence.

Before the Titanic, all was quiet. Afterward all was tumult. That is why, to anybody who lived at the time, the Titanic more than any other single event marks the end of the old days, and the beginning of a new, uneasy era.

Try and get off with Major Butt

Robertson called his ship the Titan; the White Star Line called its ship the Titanic. This is the story of her last night.

Mrs. George Widener was met not by automobile but by a special train—consisting of a private Pullman, another car for ballast, and a locomotive.

It was part of the beauty, but also the tragedy, of this sport that the spectators were the ultimate judges of who sat on the throne.

Der Natur sind die Tragödien, die sich in ihr abspielen, egal. Noch kein Galgenbaum hat sich darüber aufgeregt, daß Unschuldige an ihm aufgeknüpft wurden. Kein Grashalm eines Schlachtfeldes trauert den Gefallenen nach.

Most people don't die young, at least not here in America. Tragedy is unavoidable, but in this country, it doesn't usually come in the way one dies but rather in the way one lives. Failed marriages, fucked-up children, abuse of self, abuse of wife, abuse of dog, loneliness, depression, loathing, yawn, whatever.

The murder-suicide combination of school and other mass shootings is largely young white boys' way of driving off the cliff at the end of mental health's tortuous road. Consider three of the most notorious white male shooters: Adam Lanza (Sandy Hook), Elliott Rodgers (UC Santa Barbara), and Dylann Roof (Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston).

Hama today is nearly without men. There are only women and old people. My sister calls it "the Widow City.

The regime has turned us into monsters so it can justify killing us by saying that it's fighting monsters... I imagine this man who loses his kids- the one thing that defines his future. I completely understand if he turns into a monster. But even a monster has hope. He hopes that someday he'll go back to being a normal human being.

That next day, the regime launched chemical weapons. They hit very close to our house. My uncle and cousin were killed. It was like poison that burned their bodies from the inside.

The second patient had been shot in the frontal lobe. He was there with his son, who was maybe eleven years old. The boy would leave at night, knock on doors asking for help, and then go back to his dad. On the third day, the army entered the hospital and killed them both. We saw them take the corpses away.

That August was the chemical weapons attack.

In the streets you saw people frozen in their cars, suffocated to death.

Sometimes I joke to Munir that someone should gather all of us Syrians in one place and kill us so we can be done with this whole thing already. Then we'll all go to heaven and leave Bashar al-Assad to rule over an empty country.

Later, they returned the body of Hamza al-Khatib.* He's a cousin of mine and looks just like my son. He'd been tortured. They didn't leave any spot on his body without cigarette burns. His body was full of stab marks and his neck was broken. They'd cut off his genitals.

Many people died, including good friends. I went to the hospital to see them one last time. In one corner there was a mix of body parts from five different people. They couldn't identify them, so they buried them all together.

In the morning, we'd take an injured person to the hospital with a gunshot wound in his leg. That night, we'd return to find him dead with a gunshot to the head.

My brother was kidnapped by the shabeeha. After eighteen days, they sent him back to us, killed under torture.

Another time, one of the other guys called his girlfriend and said, "Sweetheart, I'm out of minutes on my phone. I'll call you back on Amin's phone." After a while she called me asking about him, and I told her that he'd been killed.

The second massacre was the chemical weapons attack.