Quotes About Tragedy

I'm kind of relieved I don't have to say anything on TV about tragedies anymore. ~ JON STEWART

If comedy is tragedy plus time, I need more fucking time. But I would really settle for less fucking tragedy." LARRY

You know people say the dead look peaceful, like they're sleeping? I guess it depends on how you die, because Eric's eyes were open. He was looking right at me, and he was scared. My cousin died in terrible pain.

I've witnessed a lot of young people dying, mostly from gunshot wounds. Ain't no bravery like in the movies. Everybody cries when they realize it's the end. Everybody.

When you get right down to it, if you're a woman, being killed by someone you love is the most ordinary murder of all.

new mainstream consensus emerged around the idea that the Vietnam War had primarily been an American tragedy that had badly wounded and divided the nation. The focus was on healing, not history.

Feeling around in the bag, he said, "Aw, shit. I meant to get you a chain to clip these on." He patted her knee. "Don't worry about it. That'll be part two." Two weeks later, coming home late one night, he lost control of his car, and that was that. Within six months, Molly was living somewhere else. It would be years until she bought herself that chain.

I try to forget the horror of what happened. Or—perhaps forget is the wrong word. How can I forget? And yet how can I move forward even a step without tamping down the despair I feel? When I close my eyes, I hear Maisie's cries and Mam's screams, smell the acrid smoke that must have started from that pile of newspapers, feel the heat of the fire on my skin, and heave upright on my pallet in the Schatzmans' parlor, soaked in a cold sweat.

He was incapable of nursing an injustice which would cost him good living to repay, an evil thought which it would undo him to give back, or even sorrow in his bosom; and tragedy itself could not worm its way by any means into his heart.

I saw my entire life a waste, a desert of shame and unspeakable sorrow, and behind me, a suicided wife!

La hambruna es el primer crimen de masas, y es muy difícil probarlo con certeza.

Operation Paget would lumber on for two years before finally issuing its 832-page report confirming the findings of the original investigation in France: that the driver of the car in which Dodi and Diana were passengers on the night of August 31, 1997, was drunk; that paparazzi contributed to the crash; and that all three people who died that night failed to buckle up.

In the latter years of her life, Jackie had a recurring premonition that John would be killed piloting his own plane. She pleaded with Maurice to do whatever it took to keep John from becoming a pilot.

but the stupefying realization that the paparazzi who chased her car into Paris's Alma tunnel did nothing to help her. "She was still very much alive in the backseat," Harry later said, "and those same people that caused the accident, instead of helping, were taking photographs of her while she was dying. They just stood there and watched her die. I will never forgive them." William agreed.

We dared to think . . . this John Kennedy would live to comb gray hair, with his beloved Carolyn by his side. But like his father," Ted said, his voice catching, "he had every gift but length of years.

The notorious bark Libertad, which carried 560 passengers (although its legal limit was 297) lost 100 passengers on one run from China to San Francisco. Its passengers died of thirst—they had no water for the last week of the voyage—and the Libertad is frequently described by chroniclers of the passage from China as a "floating hell.

Only tragedies arrived with such urgency in the small hours before dawn.

He was dying all his life.

Kovaly experienced the two supreme horrors of what Hannah Arendt called this terrible century.

OPHELIA] I am Ophelia. She who the river could not hold.

What has since happened in Tibet is hardly to be believed. More than 1.2 million Tibetans lost their lives and of about six thousand monasteries, temples, and shrines, 99 percent were either looted or totally destroyed. In

Suddenly a frenzied high-pitched shriek behind us. Henry Klein, a stocky survivor from Dniepa, had burst into wild, piercing sobs. Turning away from us, he began to howl Kaddish, his voice shrill. His children stood by, stunned. He was doubled over now, hands on

this was a war waged predominantly upon civilians;5 moreover millions of them were killed not by invaders and strangers, but by their own compatriots, including their own neighbours.

the European concentration camp universe was already in existence.