Quotes About Tragedy

I will not see it!Tell the moon to comefor I do not want to see the bloodof Ignacio on the sand.

The boy stood on the burning deck,Whence all but he had fled.

Don't lose your head," screamed the pheasant. And at the same time his voice broke in a whistling gasp and, spreading his wings, he flew up with a loud whir. Bambi watched how he flew straight up, directly between the trees, beating his wings. The dark metallic blue and greenish-brown marking son his body gleamed like gold. His long tail feathers swept proudly behind him. A short crash like thunder sounded sharply. The pheasant suddenly crumpled up in mid-flight.

Sería más justo decir trágico accidente, como querían unos, o crimen, como querían otros? Que cada cual escoja según su conciencia. Las palabras no van a sacar al muerto de la tumba.

Que es exactamente lo que mi madre no desea: que su sufrimiento y el de sus hijos le sirva de material a un escritor para que componga su libro o al director de cine para que ruede su película, y los aplaudan después, y ganen premios, mientras nosotros seguimos con nuestra tragedia a cuestas.

Ella, su madre, su hermano, los tres se habían convertido en satélites de un hombre asesinado. Lo quisieran o no, sus respectivas vidas llevaban largos años rotando alrededor de aquel crimen, de aquel foco incesante de, ¿de qué?, joder, pues de pena, de dolor, y esto se tiene que acabar y yo no sé cómo.

Patachula habla de la información como de una droga adictiva. Cree que en el fondo no nos interesa la noticia, sino la sensación placentera que nos produce. ¡Qué alivio saber que una desgracia le ha ocurrido al prójimo y no a nosotros!

Sembraste sueños, recogiste un tiro de gracia.

Les evitaría el final de los de la moto por evidente, pero no, que sufran: se chocaron contra un carro que venía a toda "in the right direction", y acabaron en el tejado del susodicho. De ahí, del techo, de la capota, los tuvo que bajar el agente de la fiscalía que vino a realizar el levantamiento de los cadáveres. ¿Se imaginan un "levantamiento" bajando? Así andamos de mal.

A los cincuenta años de edad, en plena dicha, Óscar Echeverri murió en Risaralda: de muerte natural, como se muere en Colombia: asesinado.

Chorreando desde su puta frente la bala le tiñó de rojo el blanco de su puta cara.

Tres tiros le quedaban a mi niño en el fierro para ponerles a otros tantos en la frente su cruz de ceniza.

la pizzeria Sbarro, dove fra gli altri una famiglia di cinque persone, dalla mamma al più piccino, fu sbranata dalla bomba indossata da una donna poi esaltata come grande eroina, madre e terrorista;

Melian, Prince of Cornwall, was killed by his brother Rainald, who also cut off the right hand and left foot of his son, for no-one with a bodily defect could inherit the throne. This boy, Melor, was provided with a silver hand and a brazen foot which he used with great dexterity.

Most firearm-related deaths in America are suicides.

Well-known, alas, is the case of the poor German who was very fond of three and who made each aspect of his life a thing of triads. He went home one evening and drank three cups of tea with three lumps of sugar in each cup, cut his jugular with a razor three times and scrawled with a dying hand on a picture of his wife good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.

On atteint aisément une âme vivante à travers les crimes, les vices les plus tristes, mais la vulgarité est infranchissable.

And yet, Zion has risen up again out of the crematoria and the slaughterhouses.

Oui, la beauté ne saurait jamais nous faire oublier notre condition tragique. Il y a une beauté proprement humaine, ce feu d'esprit qui brûle, s'il brûle, au-delà du tragique.

The merchant was leaning forward now, spyglass jammed to his eye. Since all of this was a story to tell his friends later, a tragedy was as good as triumph. Better, perhaps. Stories were ruthless creatures, and sometimes fattened themselves on bloody happenings.

Before the war, everyone had their rung on the ladder, and they didn't look much below or above it. But now? Low and high died side by side in Flanders Fields, and looked much the same facedown in the mud.

In the eyes of other Anglo-Indians, he slid from grace when he married a Eurasian girl, who gave him four sons, one of whom died in the embrace of a bear.

It often takes a tragedy to open our hearts, minds, and wills to the truth of God's Word.

The Bible opens with a tragedy and ends in a triumph.