Quotes About Tragedy

The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you're faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking.

Don't you just hate it when you go to a friend's funeral and you get kidnapped?

My parents were just carried out of the building in the service elevator, he shouted at the cops. They were vile, but they didn't deserve to be taken out with the trash!

They were my parents. Dead. They died in their bed under freakish circumstances three months ago, leaving my brothers and me devastated and bankrupt.

FYI, car crashes kill way more kids than cancer does. Those crosses you see on the side of the highway, the little white ones hung with fading silk flowers? They're for people my age. ("People who were texting," my dad liked to remind me—because he never wanted to blame Budweiser for anything.)

What we do know is that Aaron Hernandez was an escape artist. On the football field, no one could catch him. In Florida, he was a few steps removed from a terrible shooting that no one had answered for. In Boston, he almost certainly committed a double murder that he got away with. And when Aaron was caught, and convicted, for Odin Lloyd's murder, he continued to find new ways to escape. By killing himself, he escaped a long life behind bars.

The Kennedy Curse is an idea that endures.

some being attended to by EMS teams. "Oh, Jesus," I whispered under my breath. I spotted medical techs in black windbreakers huddled over the body of a young girl by the front steps. A couple of plainclothesmen were nearby. One of them was my

He got sick with meningitis when the boys were just three, and we lost him.

It's done, Julio," he said. "She's dead. Now get the hell out of there. You killed Caroline Hopkins. Congratulations.

may have gotten their mother killed. Mary had been right. We should screen clients before working for them. Through a line of pines, I could make out a golf club's fairway. Squeezing

ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of

Now I suddenly think that Sarkar, Tracy Anne, and I are most likely the only ones present who can tell exactly what has happened: Katra Kovac, nine months pregnant, has been slit open. Her baby has been taken. The procedure—it's a disgusting lie to confuse this butchery with the term C-section—has left the mother barely clinging to life. And the baby? Who in hell knows what has become of the baby, this baby who was literally ripped from its mother's womb.

Think about Nine-Eleven, Emily. Three hundred Spartans stood up against a million invaders at Thermopylae, right? Well, down in the valley of Lower Manhattan on Nine-Eleven, four hundred and three firefighters, cops, paramedics, and service

As Fang looked down at her, he wanted to tear his own heart out. Ari would die for this.

Dr. Sven Wallace. That is, up until last year around this time, when Wallace died suddenly of a heart attack. He

brutal mass murder had taken place in that white house on the cul-de-sac before us. The Daley family of Omaha—Calvin, Bea, Ross, Sharon, and Janet—were found dead in their home two nights before Christmas.

Fred, came home from his Sunday round of golf later than normal and looked very tired. 'Bad day at the course?' his wife asked. " 'Everything was going fine,' said Fred. 'Then Harry had a heart attack and died on the tenth tee.' 'Oh, that's awful!' said the wife. 'You are not kidding,' said Fred. 'For the whole back nine, it was hit the ball, drag Harry, hit the ball, drag Harry.

Do you ever miss it, not being a doctor anymore? I shook my head, frowned a little. I really don't. Something delicate and essential broke inside me when Isabella died. It will never be repaired, Kyle, at least I don't think so. I couldn't be a doctor now. I find it hard to believe in healing anymore.

Tara McLellan, who these men have been convicted of killing, was a colleague of mine and a very close family friend.

After Lockerbie, everyone thought, now we've learned the lesson of how to be proactive instead of being reactive. Unfortunately, September 11 came and we know the result. Thousands of people lost their lives. Security totally failed, not at one airport, at three different airports around the country.

My uncle died in 1987. I unfortunately - I saw it happen before it happened, which was really, really hard because I was 16 years old and I thought, like, Well, I'm seeing this. I'm supposed to stop this. And I couldn't.

Unfortunately, not all stories end positively.

When I look at the world, I recognize that unfortunately, it sometimes takes an atrocity like 9/11 to force us to come together.