Quotes About Tragedy

A desgraça só atinge o paroxismo quando se esteve muito próximo da felicidade.

Tragedy is the greatest art form of all. It gives us the courage to continue with our life by exposing us to the pain of life. It is unsentimental, it takes us seriously as human beings, it is not condescending. Paradoxically, by seeing pain we are made greater, it becomes a need.

You emerge from tragedy equipped against lies. After the musical, you're anybody's fool

Deutschland Kaput! Kein Reich, Kein Volk, Kein Führer! Die Juden Kommen!" Trucks veered out of line to smash into men bicycling on the other side of the road. At night, soldiers looking for revenge sneaked into villages, assaulting women, burning houses.

They waited as in Kielce, Poland, where Peltz's father had run a hospital, returning Jews were hacked with axes in the streets while policemen watched.

Strongest of Oak is the gallows Tighest of knots is the noose Why oh why did I kill that man Now I'll never get loose

In London similar scenes played out as names were posted at Oceanic House, White Star's London office, near Trafalgar Square. Southampton was the hardest-hit city of all since that was where most of the crew and victualing staff lived—of whom only 212 out of 885 had survived.

So unless we're going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes. Us, or anyone else. Because we're not comparing it with anything. And anyway, we're all dead, or never born, and the whole thing really is a dream. There, you see. That's a funny side.

In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers." Neville Chamberlain

In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers. N. CHAMBERLAIN

There is no simple explanation for anything important any of us do, and the human tragedy, or the human irony, consists in the necessity of living with the consequences of actions performed under the pressure of compulsions so obscure we do not and cannot understand them.

that there is no simple explanation for anything important any of us do, and that the human tragedy, or the human irony, consists in the necessity of living with the consequences of actions performed under the pressure of compulsions so obscure we do not and cannot understand them.

There cannot be any 'story' without a fall – all stories are ultimately about the fall – at least not for human minds as we know them and have them. Letter 130 From a letter to Sir Stanley Unwin

Independent observers believe that the Pakistan Army killed between one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand Bengalis in a nine-month period, whereas Bangladesh puts the figure at three million.

In serious Victorian fiction, as in Shakespearian tragedy, melodrama normally functions as metaphor. The author finds a vivid equivalent for a reality too elaborate or too extended to be briefly depicted.

His failure to enter the Academy and his mother's death, both occurring within less than four months in late 1907, amounted to a crushing double blow for the young Hitler.

The road to Auschwitz was built by hate but paved with indifference

Desperation and nothing else sent her tumbling under the wheels of a tram. Sharp guillotine wheels ground past her head, then her fingers closed on a metal grille. She tore away the inspection cover. Metal steps spiked into the shaft of the personhole led down into anonymous oblivion. Head and shoulders went in. No more. "Too big, too big," shrieked the utterly inappropriate voice of reason.

rains failed, there were crop failures, people starved. STUDENT: What's that? CLIMATOS: It means that people died because they had no food. STUDENT: What? CLIMATOS: Yes, incredible as it may seem, they had nothing to eat

Hardship bred a bitter, quickfire humour and resilience to all but the most terminal of life's tragedies.

A jolt, a white flash, a thunderclap, and the Hayate was torn apart—her bow floated one way, her stern the other, each section bobbing pitifully on the sea, and then both quickly sank, taking 168 men down with them. The battery's crew let out a full-throated cheer. "Knock it off, you bastards, and get back on the guns!" bellowed Platoon Sergeant Henry Bedell. "What do you think this is, a ball game?

in South Central unexpectedly when I was orphaned at age twelve. I'm originally from New Jersey—born in Newark, raised in a middle-class suburb called Summit. My mother passed suddenly when I was in third grade from a heart attack. My father did his best to raise me on his own for a couple of years, but when I was in seventh

So it's one blow after the next, three of our band members gone. Three young dudes—all unexpected, all in a short period of time.

In the space of a couple weeks in '96, two of my partners, two of the most loyal dudes, Vic and Bruce, are both suddenly gone.