Quotes About Tragedy

We try to... we are, I suppose to a certain extent all affected and erm, that is both funny and sad I think.

What humanizes the speaker's rage, what keeps the poem a poem, is the grief which colors it—we understand that the speaker's immoderation and anger come from deep personal injury. We recognize that the rage comes out of an experience of empathy, and that forcefield between love and denunciation moves us as much as Lear's rage on the mountainside. It amounts to the difference between poetic terrorism and poetic tragedy.

When Union litter-bearers climbed out of their trenches, four days after the assault, they found only two men still alive amongst the piles of stinking corpses. One burial party discovered a dead Yankee with a diary in his pocket, the last entry of which read: "June 3. Cold Harbor. I was killed.

Andersonville lay on American soil and saw the death of 13,000 Americans in American custody.

Human Remains Pouch. We don't call them body bags and they are not black, like the movies. This one was white with a long black zip.

child to lose her mother and brother, as you

text of deaths in exorcisms gone awry in the United

The only way to see true reality is in solitude. One of the tragedies of human existence is that reality cannot be shared. What's real to you may not be to someone else.

before she could scream. Kestrel clutched at the blood pouring from her neck and staggered back, pummeled by the wind. Blister took another step and stabbed Kestrel in the heart with her poisonous tail. The SkyWing collapsed to the rocks, thrashing in agony. Her mouth opened to scream curses or breathe fire at her murderers, but only dark red blood bubbled out.

back before both his father and Char had died from the weird sickness that swept the palace a few years ago.

Queen Glacier is dead,

he'd died when the volcano erupted.

Cars pass by, planes fly over, and the train rolls on as people of every color get on with their lives, except Rodney and Jawahir, who join hands and jump from the top of the tunnel into the path of the speeding oncoming train.

Hai parlato con Brenda? Sì E come sta? Ancora molto scossa, come puoi immaginare. Il suo medico la tiene sotto osservazione Quanto deve odiarmi Non credo. Sopravviverà, come sopravviverai tu. La tragedia è un aspetto della vita meno raro di quanto a volte si creda.

All your sea-omens are of disaster; and of course, with man in his present unhappy state, huddled together in numbers far too great and spending all his surplus time and treasure beating out his brother's brains, any gloomy foreboding is likely to be fulfilled; but your corpse, your parson, your St Elmo's fire is not the cause of the tragedy.

From page 90. This book was produced prior to the elementary school shootings in Sandy Hook, Connecticut, which pushed hi-cap magazine prices much higher.

In this place, upwards of 400,000 British men were going to be killed. They'd lost 20,000 just the other day. He sucked a grim smile. It was like rich countries deliberately killing themselves, leaving their battered remains ready for the revolution that would surely come, for who could return home without wanting to face those who had wasted good men thus?

As a boy, I thought everyone's family was like that, until I met people like John and realised that wasn't true, and perhaps it was the contrast of our different outlooks that produced a kind of magic. But I was born into that way of thinking, that it'll be okay in the end. Tragedy can happen but the page will turn, and I love that.

Leave your jewels in the bank," / the Countess told the girls. "The only thing worth / wearing's a revolver." It seems she shot one officer point-blank. / The whole world's foundering. A smoke trail tells / of the fates of Caesar, Alexander. Those who kissed their hems. / Tara's plowed under. Troy eventually fell. / Surely the English will get what's coming to them?

If Tolstoy were alive today and working at Panopticon Insurance, he'd say that all insurance companies are the same, then throw himself through an eighteenth story window and plunge to his death in a hail of glass and shattered dignity (70).

It was not the largest genocide in the history of the world, but it was the fastest and most efficient.

I had that sensation which sometimes comes to us all, of returning to a situation that had already been resolved on some previous occasion, of being again committed to a tragic course of action, having learned nothing from that other time or those other times

Only two bodies were found and identified; the rest vanished, "and they are crying out for justice.

in 1990, a fifteen-year-old boy was climbing the fence, and when he got to the top, a Border Patrol agent shot him. He fell back onto the Mexico side and he died.