Quotes About Tragedy

Art is a place where tragedy meets beauty. An artist is someone who creates the most beautiful things of his life when his soul starts bleeding.

Our existence has always and everywhere been tragic, but man has converted these numberless tragedies into works of art. I know of nothing more astonishing or more wonderful than this transformation.

It was the cruelest of destiny's tricks, the death of a young person.

I had learned firsthand that tragedy and disappointment can strike any of us at any time.

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It's only a tragedy if we treat it that way," Jessie said firmly.

Nazis were raiding French homes, looking for Jewish children. The tragedy of the year before was that Jean Moulin, one of the famed

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heard the shattering news about Paloma, he spent another

the entire appeal of Anne Frank to the wider world—as opposed to those who knew and loved her—lay in her lack of a future.

That's the thing about exes - for eternity you feel like rivals in a kind of happiness contest, and losing would be the epitome of tragedy.

No, thats not how it happened... Mr crepsley dropped. He was impaled on the stakes. He died. And it was awful... His cries as he writhed there, bleeding and dying, burning and screaming, will stay with me till I die. Maybe I'll even carry them with me after I go.

It was an age of tragic mistakes.

Murder doesn't round out anybody's life except the murdered's and sometimes the murderer's.

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The death of a young person for no reason is an apocalypse.

There has not been a beautiful death in the history of mankind.

Everything within takes place after Jack died and before my mom and I drowned in a burning ferry in the cool tannin-tinted Guaviare River, in east-central Colombia, with forty-two locals we hadn't yet met. It was a clear and eyeblue day, that day, as was the first day of this story, a few years ago in January, on Chicago's North Side, in the opulent shadow of Wrigley and with the wind coming low and searching off the jagged half-frozen lake.

At this point there were good days, good weeks, when we pretended that it was acceptable that Jack had lived at all, that his life had been, in its truncated way, complete. This wasn't one of those days.

It was a broken world, I knew then, that would allow a boy such as me to bury a boy such as William K.

He knew exactly what it was like to lose a child. And that fact wouldn't matter in the least in this circumstance. There could be no commiseration among such people despite the seeming commonality of loss, because it was actually each parent's totally unique hell.

Smart, dedicated people lost their lives all the time as they trained to be the best they could be to serve their country. Celebrities broke a nail and they immediately took to Twitter, alerting their millions of followers to the "injury," which in turn elicited thousands of replies from people with apparently not enough going on in their lives. And all the while brave men and women died in silence, forgotten by all except their families.

People who attempted to end their lives, no matter how amateurishly they might do so at first, often got better at it, with the result that on the third, fourth or sixth try, they ended up on a slab with a coroner poking around their remains.