Quotes About Tragedy

Billy Taupe had crossed her, and he'd ended up dead.

I like Hazelle. Respect her. The explosion that killed my father took out her husband as well, leaving her with three boys and a baby due any day.

She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches beeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

I wish she was dead," he says. "I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

Amazingly similar in the execution. A bow pulled, an arrow shot. Entirely different in the aftermath. I killed a boy whose name I don't even know. Somewhere his family is weeping for him. His friends call for my blood. Maybe he had a girlfriend who really believed he would come back....

Lo que sucede a continuación pasa tan deprisa y es tan absurdo que ni siquiera puedo moverme para impedirlo. Mags se levanta, le da un beso en los labios a Finnick y se dirige cojeando a la niebla. Su cuerpo se ve sacudido de inmediato por salvajes contorsiones y cae al suelo en una horrible danza.

Maybe her gravestone could read, "Casualty of cheap laughs.

I walk to the approximate site of the bakery Peeta's family owned. Nothing much left but the melted lump of the oven. Peeta's parents, his two older brothers — none of them made it to 13. Fewer than a dozen of what passed for District 12's well-to-do escaped the fire. Peeta would have nothing to come home to, anyway. Except me . . .

somos los trágicos amantes del Distrito 12, los que han sufrido tanto y han disfrutado tan poco de la recompensa de su victoria, los que no buscan el favor de los admiradores, ni los agasajan con sonrisas, ni aceptan sus besos. No perdonamos. Y me encanta. Por fin soy yo misma.

I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I'm right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women and children. There will be no survivors.

he was killed during interrogation. Brilliant, enigmatic, lovely Cinna is dead because of me.

It suggested a tale that could only end in tragedy. Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate. A revenge story turned in on itself. A war saga that took no prisoners.

Gunfire rips through the crowd, and several people near me slump to the ground.

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him.

That's what my daddy thought, too. And he ended up with more bullet holes than I could count on my fingers,

The snow's red and littered with undersized body parts. Many of the children die immediately, but others lie in agony on the ground. Some stagger around mutely, staring at the remaining silver parachutes in their hands, as if they still might have something precious inside. I

The snow's red and littered with undersized body parts. Many of the children die immediately, but others lie in agony on the ground. Some stagger around mutely, staring at the remaining silver parachutes in their hands, as if they still might have something precious inside. I can tell the Peacekeepers didn't know this was coming by the way they are yanking away the barricades, making a path to the children.

A bomb explodes. Time is allowed for people to rush to the aid of the wounded. Then a second, more powerful bomb kills them as well.

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

I know I am playing out some tragic Greek play and I´m horrified, but the show must go on.

Problems can be fixed. But unrequited love is a tragedy.

I realized that Romeo and Juliet meet and fall in love and get married and die in three days, which is like a super-condensed version of what happens to most people over their whole life. One way or the other, you end up losing the person, but you still are happy that you loved them. I mean, Uncle Dub wouldn't have wished that he had never met Aunt Zinnia, just because he knew that one day she wouldn't be in his life anymore.

Because, worst of all, I remember every second of what it was like to lose my life.

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