Quotes About Tragedy

skidded to the other side and disappeared into the pines. Pelt bristling, eyes wide, Snowfur streaked after them, over the oily Thunderpath. Bluefur froze. A monster was roaring straight at Snowfur. Without slowing down, it slammed into her body. Bluefur heard the dull thump, then the howl of the monster as it thundered away, leaving Snowfur's body lying like a wet leaf at the edge of the Thunderpath. "No!

Ashfur broke his neck," she mewed bleakly. "I'm sorry to say that he's dead.

Silverstream!" Graystripe reared up and flung back his head. His wails of grief split the quiet air. "Silverstream!

Eeltail and Splashfoot were standing over three small dark shapes. Eeltail looked up, her eyes brimming with pity. "I'm so sorry," she mewed. "We couldn't save them.

Then he spotted Willowpelt diving from the top of a rock to streak across the ground and shove Sootpaw out of the way with outstretched forepaws. The badger landed heavily on her back; her shriek was cut off with a sickening crunch as the huge creature snapped her neck. It scooped up her limp body with one paw and tossed it into the clearing. Sootpaw

As they climbed onto the bank at the other side, the two cats could only stare in horror at the remains of their beloved woodland. "Seeing this place from across the river was the only comfort I had," murmured Graystripe.

Swiftpaw had been killed and Lostface injured.

Storm's heart ached. It's so unfair, to die before you really live.

I chose the San Francisco earthquake because it's very interesting- although maybe that isn't the word you'd have used if you'd actually been in San Francisco on April 18, 1906. You wouldn't have said, "Wow! This is an interesting earthquake!" while you were running for your life to get away from the collapsing buildings or fires that swept across the city afterward.

It took the Fire Brigade a day and a half to secure the remains of the house enough to recover Crew Cut's body, which was described by Dr Jennifer Vaughan as 'suffering from crush trauma' and by Dr Walid as 'mostly flat'.

In 1666, following an unfortunate workplace accident, the city of London burnt down.

One of the greatest things drama can do, at it's best, is to redefine the words we use every day such as love, home, family, loyalty and envy. Tragedy need not be a downer.

Here was heroism, but here, too, was mounted suicide in full-dress costume.

I noticed that in a corner, across from where they ate with such innocent relish, sitting forlorn and abandoned, was the ghost of their son. He had lost both of his arms, one side of his face was squashed, and both his eyes had burst. He had bluish wings. He was the saddest ghost in the house.

Kellyanne opened the car door and crawled into my bedroom. Her face was puffy and pale and fuzzed-over. She just came in and said: "Ashmol, Pobby and Dingan are maybe-dead." That's how she said it.

and Nan died at age three months.

Sleep no more!' I cried. 'Montgomery doth murder sleep.

That is the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief. Too many good people die a little when they lose someone they love. One death begets two or twenty or one hundred. It's the same all over the world.

That's the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief

I know death comes. Ive seen too much death, young death.

For those slain at once. For those living through the months and years Enduring, watching, hoping, going each day To the work or the queue for meat or the secret club, Living meanwhile, begetting children, smuggling guns, And found and killed at the end like rats in a drain.

Yes, madam, I am finished. My star has fallen. I work and I try, yet know that all is but a farce.... I await the end of the tragedy and – strangely detached from everything – I do not feel any more an actor. I feel I am the last of spectators.

Hunt's wife, after all, had died in questionable circumstances,

Ottomans invaded the Italian peninsula itself, seizing the city of Otranto on the southeastern coast, slaughtering the archbishop and many priests in the cathedral, forcibly converting the townspeople, beheading eight hundred who refused to convert, and sawing the bishop in half.