Quotes About Tragedy

A trauma is something one repeats and repeats, after all, and this is the tragedy of the Iqbals--that they can't help but reenact the dash they once made from one land to another, from one faith to another, from one brown mother country into the pale, freckled arms of an imperial sovereign.

He wanted to meet her for the first time, over and over...He told himself the story that this was the great tragedy of his heart. The great tragedy of his heart was that it always needed to be told a story.

There's always somebody who wants to be the Big Man, and take everything for themselves, and tell everybody how to think and what to do. When, actually, it's he who is weak. But if the Big Men see that you see that they are weak they have no choice but to destroy you. That is the real tragedy.

Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

Tea Cake went out and wandered around. Saw the hand of horror on everything. Houses without roofs, and roofs without houses. Steel and stone all crushed and crumbled like wood. The mother of malice had trifled with men.

I think 9/11 affected everybody in one way or another.

So this is why I'm always say happy that somebody mentions Rwanda, because behind Rwanda, we have Africa.

I lost a lot of homeboys growing up, a lot of family, at early ages.

If you love a character that gets killed, it's agony.

When I was at Swansea, I lost Alan Davies, who was only 30.

My mother had early-onset Alzheimer's, and it took her four years to die. She was only 44; I was 14.

For me, 'Amy' is a very dark film about love.

About a league out of Pouilly the coach was overturned. My luckless comrade, thinking to save himself, jumped to the edge of a newly-ploughed field, instead of following the fortunes of the vehicle and clinging tightly to the roof, as I did. He either miscalculated in some way, or he slipped; how it happened, I do not know, but the coach fell over upon him, and he was crushed under it.

multe femei triste al c?ror suflet, desf?cut de toate leg?turile omene?ti, tânjea dup? îndelunga sinucidere s?vâr?it? în sânul lui Dumnezeu.

She rolled over, giving a cry that froze my heart; and I saw her dying, still looking at me without anger.

Jane Smiley's Pulitzer Prize–winning novel A Thousand Acres, reveals what can happen

But the other tribe — the passionate, tragic, rootless tree — man? Alas! He is a creature whose highest privileges are a curse. In his mouth is ever the bitter-sweet taste of life and death, unknown to the trees. Without respite he is dragged by the two wild horses, memory and hope; and he is tormented by a secret that he can never tell. For every man worthy of the name is an initiate; but each one into different Mysteries.

The limbs of a dismembered poet.

Plot, rules, nor even poetry, are not half so great beauties in tragedy or comedy as a just imitation of nature, of character, of the passions and their operations in diversified situations.

Life is a tragedy for those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.

This world is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel.

The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.

This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.

I have often said, and oftener think, that this world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel – a solution of why Democritus laughed and Heraclitus wept.