Quotes About Tragedy

Poucas coisas são mais tristes do que os lugares de poder abandonados, onde os fantasmas do passado são mais fortes do que os homens de carne e osso que se obstinam em habitá-

At the Battle of the Somme in France, more than sixty thousand British soldiers died on the battle's first day alone.476

Of the approximately 2,900 Jewish Nasielskers who remained in Poland, fewer than ten survived the war.

Alexei and Anastasia are barely alive. The others are dead

It had taken three murders - Martin Luther King, Jr., and two Kennedys - to leave the country with this choice between Nixon and Hubert Humphrey.

The inferior man hates the truth. That is no tragedy. The tragedy is, he isn't aware he does.

Alas! You have shattered the beautiful world with a brazen fist; It falls, it is scattered - By a demigod destroyed. We are trailing the ruins into the void and wailing over a beauty undone and ended. Earth's mighty son, more splendid rebuild it, you that are strong, build it again within! And begin a new life, a new way, lucid and gay, and play new songs.

he's gone, and all the answers in the world can't undrown him

My sporting hero was Drazen Petrovic, the NBA basketball player, who was killed in a car accident in 1993. He was a good friend, an unbelievable player, and I dedicated my Wimbledon win to him.

Os espectadores às vezes riem bastante durante as cenas mais sinistras de Macbeth, Roger me contara certa vez. Por quê?, eu perguntara. Porque coisas horríveis são engraçadas.

The Civil War was the climax of a tragedy that was preordained from the time of the Revolution. Only with the elimination of slavery could this nation that Jefferson had called "the world's best hope" for democracy even begin to fulfill its great promise.

Happiness is distraction from the human tragedy.

Suddenly, they saw its back end drop down, as into a rut, and the gee-pole, with Hal clinging to it, jerk into the air. Mercedes's scream came to their ears. They saw Charles turn and make one step to run back, and then a whole section of ice give way and dogs and humans disappear. A yawning hole was all that was to be seen. The bottom had dropped out of the trail. John Thornton and Buck looked at each other. You poor devil, said John Thornton, and Buck licked his hand.

Dismount and kneel before me, that I may strike off your head with fullest ease. You shall die in this tragic golden light of sunset.

I have transcended that phase in my intellectual growth where I discover humour in simple freakishness. What exists is real; therefore it is tragic, since wherever lives must die. Only fantasy, the vapours rising from sheer nonsense, can now excite my laughter.

Do not measure the number of tragedies you suffer, quantify the success derived from the.

places leave their mark in the same way that a human being can touch us. We have to make our peace with place, with the locations where we have spent time. We consider how we've been affected by being present in a certain spot - and how the place itself is changed by what has come to pass. You only have to visit a battlefield long after a war has ended, to know that places are never quite the same following a tragedy.

Tragedy is so personal, but it doesn't mean it hasn't happened before, to someone, somewhere—it's what helps us to understand and bring solace to others, knowing something of what they feel.

American history is longer, larger, more various, more beautiful, and more terrible than anything anyone has ever said about it.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have.

Life is tragic, and therefore unutterably beautiful.

It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody

The tragedy of this country now is that most of the people who say they care about it do not care. What they care about is their safety and their profits. What they care about is not rocking the boat. What they care about is the continuation of white supremacy, so that white liberals who are with you in principle will move out when you move in.

Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need: a sense of life's possibilities.