Quotes About Tragedy

Nothing could stop tragedy from visiting your home. The angel of death would not pass over, leaving you unscathed, no matter how large your house was.

If I were to do a drama again, I would really like to work on a fatal melodrama, like a love that can't be.

Every member of my family was displaced by Katrina.

Don't you talk to me about members of the Royal Family, you know I am not going to talk about them. Diana's dead. Talking about dead people is history.

We have to go back to the memories of 9-11. If that memory doesn't do anything to you as an American, then you're not really that sensitive a human being.

I got interested in reading very early, because a story was read to me, by Hans Christian Andersen, which was 'The Little Mermaid,' and I don't know if you remember 'The Little Mermaid,' but it's dreadfully sad. The little mermaid falls in love with this prince, but she cannot marry him because she is a mermaid.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Bronte has been my all-time favorite book since I was in middle school.

Only one and half million Jews died in the Holocaust.

During the first 3 years at Auschwitz, 2 million people died; over the next 2 years - 3 million.

Yet, only years after the Nazi-era, millions were sent to their deaths in places such as Cambodia, Bosnia and Rwanda, and the world once again took too long to act.

El arte, ese gran niño nacido muerto.

We love the plays, the great characters, the fabulous speeches, the witty repartee even in times of duress. I hope never to be mortally stabbed, but if I am, I'd sure like to have the self-possession, when asked if it's bad, to answer, No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve, as Mercutio does in Romeo and Juliet. I mean, to be dying and clever at the same time, how can you not love that?

What is it, Angel? she said, starting up. Have they come for me? Yes, dearest, he said. They have come. It is as it should be, she murmured. Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me! She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved. I am ready, she said quietly.

George's son had done his work so thoroughly that he was considered too good a workman to live, and was, in fact, taken and tragically shot at twelve o'clock that same day—another instance of the untoward fate which so often attends dogs and other philosophers who follow out a train of reasoning to its logical conclusion, and attempt perfectly consistent conduct in a world made up so largely of compromise.

Justice" was done, and the President of the Immortals (in Aeschylean phrase) had ended his sport with Tess.

Because nobody could love 'ee more than Tess did! … She would have laid down her life for 'ee. I could do no more.

Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it, Tess? murmured Abraham through his tears.

Gabriel's malignant star was assuredly setting fast.

Jude waited at all the evening downstairs. At a very late hour the intelligence was bought to him that a child had been prematurely born, and that it, like the others, was a corpse.

This weakness of character... suggested that he was the sort of man who was born to ache a good deal before the fall of the curtain on his unncessary life.

The boy's face expressed the whole tale of their situation. On that little shape had converged all the inauspiciousness and shadow which had darkened the first union of Jude, and all the accidents, mistakes, fears, errors of the last. He was their nodal point, their focus, their expression in a single term. For the rashness of those parents he had groaned, for their ill assortment he had quaked, and for the misfortunes of these he had died.

You may have noticed in the paper yesterday, God dropped a church roof on thirty-four of His worshipers in Texas Wednesday night—just as they were groveling through a hymn. Don't you think that felt good?

They permitted witnesses, such witnesses as the red toddler, because they believed the witnesses all would perish too.