Quotes About Tragedy

Only missed being a jumper, or dying in the collapse, by five minutes. That ash on me, later I thought about it. That was people. Probably people I knew.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. —Albus Dumbledore

This had always pissed him off about Romeo and Juliet, its ending platitude that at least the feud was laid to rest and the fighting families had come together as if this somehow made it worth losing their teenagers. As if Romeo and Juliet would have been willing to die just so their parents would get along.

I could croak with no warning, and the only tragedy anyone would experience would be showing up on the last day of my estate sale simply to discover that all remaining items had copious amounts of dog hair on them.

How such incredibly powerful creatures could be so vulnerable was a crime against the universe. The tragic futility of it all was what really got me. The rhino's brilliant million-year evolutionary effort to build up three tons of muscle, bone and horn to defend itself meant nothing in a modern technological world that didn't care a fig about them. The fact that our grandchildren may never see a rhino in the wild again was a pivotal reason to continue to try and save them.

Life, I'd heard someone say, is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. It seemed to me that it was both at once, even for those of us who don't do much of either.

Andrew Wood's death changed things for a few weeks. I probably got even heavier into drugs after that.

Kurt and I weren't the closest of friends, but I knew him well enough to be devastated by his death. For such a quiet person, he was so excited about having a child.

I used to think it was clever to confuse comedy with tragedy. Now I wish I could distinguish them.

If one morning in the Spring, a stranger came and said to me, your mother,father, brother, sister, uncle, lover, friend is dead from a b-52, napalm bombing, search and destroy misson, air attack, Tet offensive, My Lai massacre, failed escape, I would not scream but make of my body a net, a tarp, stretched taut across the sky, the sea, over every village and hamlet, prepared to catch everything from the sky, shade everything on the ground, rain water and receive yyou, war, with arms outstretched

All Dickens's humour couldn't save Dickens, save him from his overcrowded life, its sordid and neurotic central tragedy and its premature collapse. But Dickens's humour, and all such humour, has saved or at least greatly served the world.

Mostly South America and Mexico the last few years. The drug cartels like to dismember their enemies, throw them in a pit, and set them on fire. The authorities hire me to help identify the dead," Daniel said. Now Eve knew what he meant when he said that he'd slept in worse places than a cot at the Lost Hills station. "I also worked that plane crash in Texas and the apartment building fire in Oakland.

Someone ripped a baby from a mother's womb," Eve said. "Getting the monster who did that is worth all of our resources." She'd surprised herself by saying that, more by the vehemence behind it than the words themselves.

But Daisy saw the colour ebb from his face, the light leave his eyes, and reached him first, and it was Daisy who caught him as he fell.

I want to be Tragedy, I want to be Juliet, I want to be Romeo. Thus with a kiss I die.

It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.

It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.

For Beatrice--My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.

Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.

In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.

Wherever there's a conductor, you're sure to find a dead composer!

If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other books. In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.

To Beatrice- darling, dearest, dead.

Tragedies are stories that usually begin fairly happily and then steadily go downhill, until all of the characters are dead, wounded, or otherwise inconvenienced.