Quotes About Tragedy

Oradour-sur-Glane —no lejos de Carriveau— y habían conducido a sus habitantes a punta de fusil hasta la iglesia, supuestamente para comprobar su documentación.

KH: My new novel, Night Road

You see now," Jack said. "A fight like this isn't romantic. I was in San Francisco when the National Guard went after strikers with bayonets." "People died that day," Natalia said. "Strikers. They called it Bloody Thursday.

The modern world no longer believed in senseless tragedy. Bad things couldn't just happen to people; someone had to pay.

Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories.

Then, I saw tragedy in it; now I see beauty.

Rachel había estado a su lado mientras enterraban a cada uno de sus hijos. Ahora Vianne tenía que enterrar a la hija de su mejor amiga. La mejor amiga de su hija. ¿Qué clase de Dios misericordioso podía permitir algo así?

In the spring, tattered and emaciated Jews who had spent the war in the concentration camps to the east had begun to return. Those who had lost family members peered into the faces of these walking skeletons, struggling to find the people they were so sure they'd never see again. Sometimes, there were joyous reunions. Mostly, though, the survivors returned to find that everyone they loved had perished and that their reward for enduring hell was a renewed sense of loss and despair.

One of the patients at Kellogg's Seventh-day Adventist sanitarium was C. W. Post, who got the idea there for Grape Nuts, which made him rich. Among Grape Nuts' advertised health benefits was curing appendicitis. As it happened, Post later had an apparent appendicitis attack, and when surgery didn't end his distress, he shot and killed himself.

Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.

Kurt Vonnegut (Jr.)

Out of the Dust is a story about a lanky piano-playing girl named Billie Jo whose mother is gone, whose father's heart and soul are disappearing into the dust that blankets their Oklahoma town, and even though the first 59 pages rain down hard on you, when you get to page 60 the monsoon comes and the book is unputdownable.

A graveyard of buried hopes is about as romantic a thing as one can imagine.

The only real sadness, the only real failure, the only great tragedy in life, is not to become a saint.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.

Imagine if [Juliet] woke up and he was still alive, but..." She swallowed, waiting out a tremor in her voice. "But [Romeo] had killed her whole family. And burned her city. And killed and enslaved her people.

This was a game that kill could not win—or, if it did, it would be an unbearable win that destroyed the very meaning of winning.

Érase una vez un ángel y un demonio que se enamoraron. Pero su historia no tuvo un final feliz

That faeries have forgotten the Tapestry; that is the greatest tragedy of all. It's the fabric of all creation and it's woven of dreams, the dreams of the Djinn. Dreams are real, Magpie. They're seed and water and sun. They're everything.

The Misbegotten had, in the last year, been pared to a sliver of itself. They had lost so many brothers and sisters that those who remained could have drowned in the ashes of those who had died.

Vamos a ver. Ya sabes cómo, al final de Romeo y Julieta, Julieta se despierta en la cripta y Romeo ya está muerto? Él pensó que ella estaba muerta por lo que se quitó la vida a su lado?... Bueno, imagina que ella se despierta y él todavía estaba vivo, pero.. Pero él hubiera matado toda su familia. Y quemado su ciudad. Y matado y esclavizado su pueblo".

In spite of the tragedy in her childhood and the ever-present press of war, she had mostly considered herself happy. There was almost always something to take delight in, if you were trying.

The Muse of Nightmares was dead.

She was young and lovely and surprised and dead.