Quotes About Tragedy

This is Tracene Kane, HoloNet news reporter embedded with the New Republic Thirty-First. And I'd like to tell you about a friend of mine. A friend the Empire just stole from me.

Death was a tragedy. But death was also a data point.

one of the truest things about people is that they will laugh in the face of terror, tragedy, and sadness

I'm just saying, nobody does anything. And the shootings keep coming. Malls, movie theaters, churches, synagogues, fuckin' everywhere. If the needle didn't move for a bunch of dead elementary schoolkids, it's never gonna move.

It's like some real Romeo and Juliet business, except like, if Romeo and Juliet sucked really really bad.

Most people laughed, and they did so sincerely, because one of the truest things about people is that they will laugh in the face of terror, tragedy, and sadness.

rough guess is that it killed ninety-nine percent of people.

In tragedy anything comic is a blemish and in comedy anything tragic is ugly

If Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana were candles in the wind, and Anna Nicole Smith was a bonfire in a hailstorm, and Lindsay Lohan is an electric toaster thrown intentionally into a Jacuzzi, then Paris Hilton s a strobe light in an epilepsy ward.

Listen, child. If you knew that the most precious thing to you…was something that would bring tragedy, what would you do?" "I'd protect it. I'd hold onto it tight and protect it as long as I was alive." "Then be strong for the thing most precious to you. Only then can you realize your destiny.

I'm sick of seeing people die!

Pues esto no es nada risible. Se trata sólo de un arco y una flecha, pero no es risible. Pudo haberlo sido en otro tiempo, pero la historia destruyó la comicidad de muchas cosas. Si el arco es un chiste, también lo es entonces la bomba atómica y lo mismo el polvo pestífero que barrió ciudades enteras, y lo mismo el cohete sibilante que se eleva y cae a quince mil kilómetros de distancia matando a un millón de personas.

But five men had died, three humans and two androids, beside a river that flowed on Aldebaran XII, just a few short miles from Andrelon, the

Born from different parents, they were siblings in death, destroyed by the same hand.

The vitality of the ordinary members of society is dependent on its Outsiders. Many Outsiders unify themselves, realize themselves as poets or saints. Others remain tragically divided and unproductive, but even they supply soul-energy to society; it is their strenuousness that purifies thought and prevents the bourgeois world from foundering under its own dead-weight; they are society's spiritual dynamos.

Lei frugò tra le lenzuola, quindi serrò le dita intorno al legno levigato. «Ti amerò per sempre, Phillip». E lo pugnalò.

What had started it, the mess this week? A white cop shot an unarmed black boy three times and killed him. Good old American know-how on display: We do marvels, we do injustice, and our hands were always busy.

Nowdays, Rosie the Rivetere was a former soccer mom who had just opened her own catering business when Last Night came down and her husband and kids were eaten by a parking attendant at the local megamall's discount- appliance emporium.

Social media wasn't usually my thing, as it had the word social in it, but I'd taken to the platform after a personal tragedy. I had a cat, the cat died, and now what I used to say to my cat all day, I tweeted. It helped that 140 characters was roughly my preferred limit when it came to human interaction.

They rounded up the Indians in camps, the women and children and whatever they could carry on their backs, and marched them west of the Mississippi. The Trail of Tears and Death

You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven...

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

How far from real the truth is. I wanted then to take every murdering bastard in Northern Ireland, and have them sleep for a night in my boy's blue rowboat, out on the lough, in the dark, among the reeds, turning in primal celtic patterns.

Once I thought we could never solve our conflict, we would continue hating each other forever, but it is not written anywhere that we have to go on killing each other. The hero makes a friend of his enemy. That's my duty. Don't thank me for doing it. That's all it is, my duty. When they killed my daughter they killed my fear. I can do anything now.