Quotes About Tragedy

We lose eight children and teenagers to gun violence every day. If a mysterious virus suddenly started killing eight of our children every day, America would mobilize teams of doctors and public health officials. We would move heaven and earth until we found a way to protect our children. But not with gun violence.

But more often than not the missing face has been sucked into the engines of the Nazi death machine, like an unlucky lapwing hitting the propeller of a Lancaster bomber-nothing left but feathers blowing away in the aircraft's wake, as if those warm wings and beating heart had never existed.

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France—a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

Henry knows it won't be a stray bullet for him, like the one that took his father. It'll be a broken heart. The drug overdoses, the traffic accidents, the little boy running into the street after his ball, the old man freezing to death in an alleyway with nowhere else to go. They will erode Paul, like water wearing down stone, until there's nothing left.

On a bleak day in April, just before the first crocuses broke through the sodden gray of autumn leaves, Ann, that was her name, Krey's love, got Stage 1 of Dying Stupidly. A scratch from a squirrel she was feeding got infected. Some days later, they gave her penicillin. Then they put her in the hospital where she got streptococcal pneumonia. From scratch to burial took a month.

A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.

The worst part of war is that so many people enjoy it.

She had been so vulnerable, and Norah wanted only to protect her. But that vulnerability was tied to a massive mistake, a perception of herself too damaged to love. If Norah got anything from this book, it's that we're all damaged. The tragedy is letting it define you.

They were talking about things that didn't matter a fig, not with the huge yawning grief burning a hole in his chest because of what had happened to her. To Josie. His Josie, now.

Don't make me Romeo

Come, tears, confound,' he cried. 'Out, sword, and wound the left breast of Pyramus. Ay, that left breast where his heart doth hop.

Doesn't he kill himself at that point?

By all accounts Rafe's life had been shattered by the loss of his brother Peter. But whereas she turned away from drink when Draven died, Rafe had simply upended a barrel of brandy on his head and hadn't taken that hat off since.

What's the good of being Juliet when Romeo shows no sign of killing himself for love, but instead prances off with Rosalind.

In the end, of the one thousand fifty-six who had left, in a body, from the Tiburtina station, a total of fifteen came back alive. And of those dead, the luckiest were surely the first eight hundred and fifty. The gas chamber is the only seat of charity, in a concentration camp.

What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?

Animal banished from life, man's condition is tragic, for he no longer finds fulfillment in life's simple values. For animals, life is all there is; for man, life is a question mark. An irreversible question mark, for man has never found, nor will ever find, any answers. Life not only has no meaning; it can never have one.

Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history—greater than the fall of empires—I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence.

Tristetea, ca si suferinta, ne revela existenta, deoarece în ele avem în constiinta separatia noastra de lumea obiectiva si nelinistea care da un caracter tragic vietuirii în existenta. Daca ar exista un zeu al tristetii, lui nu i-ar putea creste decât aripi negre si grele, pentru a zbura nu înspre ceruri, ci în infern.

Entuziasmul depaseste acest principiu realizand viata fara dramatism exprimand un elan fara tragism si iubind fara sexualitate.

Refuzul mântuirii pleac? dintr-o iubire secret? a tragediei.Este,ca ÅŸi cum,odat? mântuiÅ£i,ne-ar fi fric? s? nu fim aruncaÅ£i la coÅŸ de divinitate ÅŸi am prefera o r?t?cire pentru a ne împlini un orgoliu absolut.

Deceptiile repetate presupun ambitii inumane. Oamenii cu adevarat tristi sint acei care, neputind rasturna totul, s-au acceptat ca ruina a propriului ideal.

Cine a acceptat marile poveri ale vieÅ£ii iubeÅŸte mai mult tragedia,decât transifgurarea.Teama de monotonia clipelor sublime este mai mare decât teama de pr?buÅŸire.Exist? mult? bucurie în neliniÅŸte ÅŸi mult? voluptate în suferin??,din moment ce omului îi poate fi team? de orice mântuire ca de o mântuire înainte de vreme.

Hercules was punished for having succeeded in all his undertakings. Similarly Troy, too happy, had to perish. Pondering this vision shared by the tragic poets, we cannot help thinking that the so-called free world, upon which every fortune has been lavished, will inevitably suffer Ilion's fate, for the jealousy of the gods survives their disappearance.