Quotes About Tragedy

Behind the Blue Division, the frost-bitten horses of Kozyr-Leshko's cavalry regiment crossed the bridge at a wolfish lope followed by a rumbling, bouncing field-kitchen . . . then it all disappeared as if it had never been. All that remained was the stiffening corpse of a Jew on the approach to the bridge, some trampled hay and horse-dung.

The thought that there is no greater misfortune in the world than the loss of reason?

To the sound of his unbroken sobbing and the woman's groans I managed, if the truth be known, to break the baby's arm. The child was born dead. God, how the sweat ran down my back! For an instant I somehow imagined that some huge, grim, black figure would appear and burst into the cottage, saying in a stony voice: 'Aha! Take away his degree!

she merely wished to find a way out of the maze. She knew that she had become a burden to him: she took things too seriously, turning everything into a tragedy, and failed to grasp the lightness and amusing insignificance of physical love. How she wished she could learn lightness! She yearned for someone to help her out of her anachronistic shell.

The bloody massacre in Bangladesh quickly covered over the memory of the Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia, the assassination of Allende drowned out the groans of Bangladesh, the war in the Sinai Desert made people forget Allende, the Cambodian massacre made people forget Sinai, and so on and so forth until ultimately everyone lets everything be forgotten.

terrible are the wounds of a murdered dream

She knew that she had become a burden to him: she took things too seriously, turning everything into a tragedy, and failed to grasp the lightness and amusing insignificance of physical love. How she wished she could learn lightness! She yearned for someone to help her out of her anachronistic shell.

Stalin's son laid down his life for shit. But a death for shit is not a senseless death.

the Russian invasion was not only a tragedy; it was a carnival of hate

How many ancient myths begin with the rescue of an abandoned child! If Polybus hadn't taken in the young Oedipus, Sophocles wouldn't have written his most beautiful tragedy!

Tragedien hennes var ikke vektens, men letthetens tragedie. Det som hadde senket seg ned over henne, var ikke en byrde, men tilværelsens uutholdelige letthet.

Thomas'a yük olmuÅŸtu, her ÅŸeyi çok ciddiye al?yor, her ÅŸeyi bir trajediye çeviriyor, tensel aÅŸk?n hafifliÄŸini ve sevimli s?radanl???n? kavrayam?yordu. HafifliÄŸi öÄŸrenebilmeyi ne kadar isterdi. Onu kendi zaman?na ayk?r? bir kiÅŸi yapan, bu kabuktan çekip ç?karacak biri olmas?n? öyle çok istiyordu ki.

None of this means that government does not have a very real function. Indeed, the tragedy is that because government is doing so many things it ought not to be doing, it performs the functions it ought to be performing badly. The basic functions of government are to defend the nation against foreign enemies, to prevent coercion of some individuals by others within the country, to provide a means of deciding on our rules, and to adjudicate disputes.3

The great tragedy of Alzheimer's disease, and the reason why we dread it, is that it leaves us with no defence, not even against those who love us.

I love Shakespeare. In Shakespeare, tragedy is not just something that's bad. It's something that could be good and is bad.

Tristan and Isolde were lucky to die when they did. They'd have been sick of all that rubbish in a year.

I think love could have saved Kurt Cobain.

Hannakins: I know you guys are living out your own private Romeo and Juliet love story, but remember: Both of them die in Act V. -A

He killed them with their love.

A car crossed two lanes of traffic, flipped, and landed on my dad's car. I don't blame cars. My dad loved cars. I don't have many memories of my dad. The love of cars is all I have of him, really.

The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

After all, it was never Darnay he quoted, only Sydney, drunk and wrecked and dissipated. Sydney, who died for love.

We love to chew the cud of a foregone vision; to collect the scattered rays of a brighter phantasm, or act over again, with firmer nerves, the sadder nocturnal tragedies.