Quotes About Tragedy

Approaching his cottage By crooked detour, He hears the gruff knocking Of the wolf at the door. His wife and his children Hang riddled with shot, There's a hex on the cradle And death in the pot.

He shouldn't have had to die. Nobody should have to die, Miriamele said slowly. Especially while they're still alive.

That's the hardest thing to cope with when a young person dies—especially when they've been murdered. The unfulfilled dreams, the unrealized potential. The people close to them—family, friends—thought they had so much time to make up for mistakes, plenty of time down the road to tell that person they loved them. Suddenly that time is gone.

When my first wife died long ago, in Ethiopia, I thought I knew grief. But until you have witnessed the death of a loved one to another man's violence, you know nothing of grief.

It was then, so curiously, that Miranda held out her arms...And Rachaela went into the arms of Miranda, and together they wept,...like ancient sisters in a tragedy.

If they wed this evening, we can let them have at least one night to imagine themselves in Paradise, before the walls of Montargo and Chenti come smashing down round their poor little ears and they know themselves in Hell instead.

They only want to weep As after the huge wars Senseless huge wars Huge senseless weeping.

Because death and illness are the most horrible things in life, of course that's where the most absurdly funny things are going to happen.

But sometimes, a flicker of light can emerge from the darkest, most unexpected tragedies.

longer. I also know that I can't protect him from pain. Pain is part of life, and we have to deal with it when it comes. But sometimes, a flicker of light can emerge from the darkest, most unexpected tragedies.

Sometimes life is cruel, and at times it can seem rather pointless and tragic. But occasionally and surprisingly, certain hardships can lead us down a new path we never could have imagined.

can't protect him from pain. Pain is part of life, and we have to deal with it when it comes. But sometimes, a flicker of light can emerge from the darkest, most unexpected tragedies.

also know that I can't protect him from pain. Pain is part of life, and we have to deal with it when it comes. But sometimes, a flicker of light can emerge from the darkest, most unexpected tragedies.

Sometimes, nature is a beast," he said, "and tragedy is unavoidable. I see a great deal of it in my profession, and I have learned that most of us must face some form of challenge in our lives. But without hardship, we wouldn't learn and grow.

So she was to be savagely heartbroken and then poisoned by one of their cook's noxious herbal brews in the space of a few hours? Dante would find inspiration in this day.

Then the sun would sink a little, feathering lightly into the surface of the water, and Grandma and I would climb back in the car and go off and get in a car wreck.

And the self concern which is our torment, whether we know it or not, must find an antidote when we let our imagination stray over the human misery now in the world. The common lot of men binds us to each other and if we will, we may pluck virtue from tragedy.

I've never thought of my characters as being sad. On the contrary, they are full of life. They didn't choose tragedy. Tragedy chose them.

Qué es la tragedia? Una inmensa, atronadora puteada contra Zeus.

In the context of tragedy, all polite behavior is self-denial.

El mundo tiene suficientes tragedias como para que no sea necesario recurrir a las maldiciones en busca de explicación.

Last night they came again. The soldiers had set up a defense perimeter, but there were simply too many—they must have come by the hundreds of thousands, a huge swarm that blotted out the stars. Three soldiers killed, as well as Cole. He was standing right in front of me; they actually lifted him off his feet before they bored through him like hot knives through butter. There was barely enough of him left to bury.

The floor was slick with blood, so much blood that he felt his feet sliding on it, the grease of human remains.

He carried her through the smoking ruins, and she saw that he was weeping. Those are God's own tears, Lacey thought, yearning to reach out and touch them. It had never occurred to her that God would cry, but of course that was wrong. God would be crying all the time. He would cry and cry and never stop.