Quotes About Tragedy

Dying young can really help an art career along. It's the careerist's ultimate paradox.

After a friend dies young, the story of her life becomes the exposition to a tragedy. This is the central problem of biography.

So what happens next?' 'Everybody dies, and the people who don't get married.' 'Like any other story, then.'

Listen to her the way you would listen to your own daughter if she died too young and tried to speak to you across long distances.

I am interested, in this book, in examining the phenomenon of overstating harm where it begins in its earlier stage as Conflict, before it escalates and explodes into tragedy.

Human beings do not like to look squarely into the face of tragedy. Gloom is unpopular.

We are all such accidents. We do not make up history and culture. We simply appear, not by our own choice. We make what we can of our condition with the means available. We must accept the mixture as we find it the impurity of it, the tragedy of it, the hope of it.

There can be no darker or more devastating tragedy than the death of man's faith in himself and in his power to direct his future. I

level than observing democratic institutions, it is Jesus' foreignness to sin that permits him to have a perfect conviction of the unique tragedy of our sinfulness. Since Jesus has perfectly clear eyes to see the tragedy of sin, his confession is utterly true.

poor Yorick of infinite jest.

I lay in bed absorbing fear, collecting strength, enjoying the slumberous sounds of solitude. To perish without love, I think, is a tragedy worth knowing.

The only way love ever affected death was in making it more painful.

and you're the son of his youngest. He has no other children. Oh, your father's dead, by the way. Fell off a horse two years ago.' 'Good to know.

Sad day, my loves, a proper tragedy. But when the milk's gone bad you might as well look forward to cheese, hmm?

In 1975, a 17-year-old boy was killed while riding his Moped. He was killed exactly one year after his 17-year-old brother was killed while riding the same Moped in the same intersection by the same taxi with the same driver carrying the same passenger.

Insiders say the pressure to succeed at Renaissance can be brutal. One mathematician at the fund may have succumbed to the pressure on March 1, 2006. That's when Alexander Astashkevich, a thirty-seven-year-old MIT graduate who worked at Renaissance, shot and killed his estranged wife in the small town of Port Jefferson, Long Island, before turning the shotgun on himself. He left behind a six-year-old son named Arthur.

Romeo and Juliet, the dyslexic version.

What I thought was a sea of dust is an ocean of death.

When I was seventeen and in full obedience to my heart's most urgent commands, I stepped far from the pathway of normal life and in a moment's time ruined everything I loved –– I loved so deeply, and when the love was interrupted, when the incorporeal body of love shrank back in terror and my own body was locked away, it was hard for others to believe that a life so new could suffer so irrevocably. --Endless Love

Whatever entity now resided within its walls, it found life through a legacy of tragedy and fear.

What kills a person at twenty-five? Leukemia. An accident. But George knows the better odds are that someone who passes at that age dies of unhappiness. Drug overdose. Suicide. Reckless behavior.

Accept dear God the soul of Dixon Hartnell, who made his own amends and who travelled his own way. He failed as we all fail, and perhaps more often than some. Yet he recognized fundamental things. Not that we are evil; for we are not. But that, by whatever name--self interest, impulse, anger, lust, or greed--we are inclined that way; and that it is our tragedy to know this can never change, our duty to try at every moment to overcome it; and our glory occasionally to succeed.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.

What a tragic irony, that the more we understand of biology, the less we have of it to learn from and enjoy. What will be the legacy of this new century - to cherish and to protect Nature or to see butterflies and zebras and much more vanish into legend like the thylacine, moa and dodo?