Quotes About Tragedy

Suicide is a mind-body problem that ends violently and without any winner. I

After many ponderous experiments the first crematorium was opened in December 1920 in Petrograd. It could manage barely 120 bodies a month, and, in February 1921, cremated itself when the wooden roof caught fire.

Achieved art is quite incapable of lowering the spirits. If this were not so, each performance of King Lear would end in a Jonestown.

His wife died from being too lower class. She wasn't up to it.

Mind you true tragedy, supreme tragedy are not the worst in life, far from it: the squalid morass of unattempting impotence is the stifling of the soul and hope of man.

Two German-held villages, Mametz and Montauban, were captured on July 1, as well as a German strongpoint, the Leipzig Redoubt. The human cost of the day's attack was higher than on any other single day of battle in the First World War. Just over a thousand British officers and more than 20,000 men were killed, and 25,000 seriously wounded.

Assisti hoje a uma cena reveladora", acrescentava o oficial. "Um cavalo foi atingido por uma bomba e caiu na rua. Quando, uma hora mais tarde, passei pelo mesmo lugar, restava apenas o esqueleto. A carne fora arrancada pelas pessoas que viviam nas imediações.

The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.

The more I thought about human nature, the more I saw how our tragic inclination for sin/mistakes causes us to use our minds to rationalize our action.

Oh, the worst of all tragedies is not to die young, but to live until I am seventy-five and yet not ever truly to have lived.

History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.

We must recognize that Jesus was nailed to the cross not simply by sin but also by blindness. The men who cried, "Crucify him," were not bad men but rather blind men. The jeering mob that lined the roadside which led to Calvary was composed not of evil people but of blind people. They knew not what they did. What a tragedy!

Doctor Where's your mammy now? Johnny At home she is. (Pause.) Lying at the foot of me stairs. Doctor What's she doing lying at the foot of your stairs? Johnny Nothing. Just lying. Ah she seems happy enough. She has a pint with her. Doctor How did she get lying at the foot of your stairs? Johnny Be falling down them! How d'ya usually get lying at the foot of a fella's stairs? Doctor And you just left her there? Johnny Is it my job to go picking her up? Doctor It is!

No, not 'well'! Christ no, not 'well'. 'Well'...dot dot dot...'she's'...dot dot dot...'dead'. Dot.

We ran round, and there lay the unfortunate rider. He was a tall man, full-bearded, with spectacles, one glass of which had been knocked out. The cause of his death was a frightful blow upon the head, which had crushed in part of his skull. That he could have gone on after receiving such an injury said much for the vitality and courage of the man. He wore shoes, but no socks, and his open coat disclosed a nightshirt beneath it. It was undoubtedly the German master.

Then he half raised himself from the ground, threw his arms into the air, and fell forward in his side. He was dead.

one is a punishment and the other is a misfortune

Of all ruins, that of a fine man is the saddest.

This was written before the full extent of the holocaust was known, but that does not alter the fact that the large majority of surviving Jews in the world is of Eastern European –

even a cursory glance at history", wrote Arthur Koestler, "should convince one that individual crimes committed for selfish motives play a quite insignificant part in the human tragedy, compared to the numbers massacred in unselfish loyalty to one's tribe, nation, dynasty, church, or political ideology. . .

The life of every individual, viewed as a whole and in general, and when only its most significant features are emphasized, is really a tragedy; but gone through in detail it has the character of a comedy.

The life of a fool is worse than death[1].

Every life history is the history of suffering.

They would grow up grappling with ways of living with what happened. They would try to tell themselves that in terms of geological time it was an insignificant event. Just a blink of the Earth Woman's eye. That Worse Things had happened. That Worse Things kept happening. But they would find no comfort in the thought.