Quotes About Tragedy

I have a cousin who, at age 36, passed away from cancer, and she left three girls.

When my wife's sister passed away, Bernie Madoff came to the funeral. That was the type of individual that we all thought he was - a very caring individual.

It's terrible when anyone passes too soon.

My mom had a heart attack, and it came out of nowhere - she was 54. My dad had leukemia for about 3 months. He was 80 when he passed. My dad had me later in life, and so he had leukemia and was alive for about 3 months between diagnosis and passing away.

Tryk forvandles ikke til trang, til livslyst eller livsglæde, men splintres voldeligt, hvis alle kræfter sættes ind. Og det er tragisk. Den slags mennesker knuses af den is, som deres hjerter ikke kan smelte. De ødelægger det, de ville være gode ved.

Man near entrance is shot in the head at close range from behind. The other two, multiple stab wounds, genitals severed, other injuries. Also head and pubic hair ignited, shot, muzzle in mouth. Three bullets recovered, 45 calibre." Villani: "So you can't rule out an accident?

My family – my wife and my six children – was killed. I know who did it. I sometimes meet them in the street: they greet me and I greet them. I have forgiven them: they can never bring back my family, so it is the best thing to do. It is best to forget and to get on with life. (Forty-two-year-old ex-combatant, CNDD, now chef de colline, Nyanza-Lac)

Unlike our scattered dead that Ernie Pyle saw on distant foreign hillsides, we are collectively seeing ours here at home. We are looking into the abyss of a new American Noir like the one in 1940s but worse. This time there will be no solemn homecoming flotillas of the dead in flag-draped coffins from overseas; they are already here with us in mass graves like New York's Hart Island and in refrigerator trucks in hospital and funeral home parking lots.

she married a laborer named Charles Freeman and then promptly poisoned him and her son for the twenty-pound payout from a burial club she had enrolled them

It was full of dead Prussian Guards, big men, and dead Royal Welch Fusiliers and South Wales Borderers, little men. Not a single tree in the wood remained unbroken.

That on any day you could pick there are thousands and thousands of little deaths, tiny tragedies, and that all of them matter.

And like all the people who lost no one, the tourists, who go to New York to cry over the rubble. I want to tell them to go home and hold their children or their lovers or their parents. I want to tell them that they are using that place as an excuse to be sad and afraid when there will be reason enough for that in their own lives if they just wait.

Julian was diagnosed with bone cancer in the spring of 1991. The cancer spread quickly and he died of it on August 16 of that year.

Writing the forenames and family names of the victims down, with no other detail of age, or place, would fill twenty books. To begin to study the individual deaths would consume a hundred lifetimes. Which is why one of our deepest instincts can be simply to record names – individual lives, equally specific, equally valuable – never emphasizing one for fear of disrespecting another: listing them, as it were on a single stone wall – and steering away from blame or analysis.

Both his parents had died of heart problems, which he feared would happen to him, so he'd begun to jog and was hit by a truck.

The only good Indians I ever saw were dead.

But who is set up for the impossible that is going to happen? Who is set up for tragedy and the incomprehensibility of suffering? Nobody. The tragedy of the man not set up for tragedy—that is every man's tragedy.

Philip Seymour Hoffman

his youngest child, a four-year-old girl whom he adored, had suddenly fallen ill and lay dying.

any attachment bears within it the tragedy of loss.

La mort, c'est un peu comme la connerie. Le mort, lui, il ne sait pas qu'il est mort. Ce sont les autres qui sont tristes. Le con, c'est pareil.

miscalculation of tragic proportions,

Comedy is nothing more than tragedy deferred.

Behold those times re-created by the brutal power of sunlit images, the light of life's tragedy. The walls of the trial, the field of the firing squad; and the distant ghost of Rome's suburbs in a ring, gleaming white in naked light. Gunshots: our death, our survival.