Quotes About Tragedy

He pointed to the newborn.'This way he'll have a home, he'll have parents, he'll have a brother.' 'And a rapist for a father.

Indeed, the reason the fall is such a tragedy is precisely because humans have such high value to begin with. When a cheap trinket is broken, we toss it aside without a second thought. But when a priceless work of art is destroyed, we are heartbroken. The reason sin is so tragic is that it destroys a human being—a priceless masterpiece that reflects the character of the Supreme Artist.

Andre mounted the wagon, stood on the coffin, removed his hat, ad lowered his shirt collar. 'It will be but a momentary pang,,' Dr. James Thacher heard him say. Seizing the nose, Andre brought it over his head, tied a knot under his left ear, and placed a handkerchief over his eyes.

He was just a sixteen-year old boy who had been killed, a kid whose photo had been in the paper, a kid who would mostly be forgotten by the time the newspaper went into the garbage-yet he was the universe, all the dying, all the crying. He was everyone who had ever died young.

British Prime Minister Tony Blair told the world about the tragedy: "She was the people's princess, and that is how she will stay in our hearts and memories forever.

Beautiful. All this suffering at the moment of destruction.

But Wishbone didn't know the whole story. He hadn't seen the ravaged bodies, the burning flesh. One minute friends laughed, full of life; next minute, destroyed. Those things never escaped one's mind. Once you witnessed that, you saw evil, and it didn't live in just Americans or Japanese. It lived close by, in friends, in neighbors, and, most frighteningly, inside yourself.

Worse things have been done than that. Yes, much worse. Yet perhaps the death of the very innocent always carries a curse.

Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him'?" I whisper-quote like I'm dreaming. Then I shake my head. "I was in Macbeth

Tragedy is the school of genius; it is the duty of sovereigns to encourage and support it.

Bred for one purpose only, to die in man's sport.

As the smoke rose from the car toward the skyline, I couldn't help thinking that, at any moment, everything we had would be consumed by flames.

What I'm trying to say, whether you want to take it seriously or not, is that you can't build Judaism only on the foundation of one terrible crime. It is about this obsession with the Holocaust as a necessary sign of identity. As your only educational tool. Because for the children, there is no connection otherwise. Nothing Jewish that binds.

Few things are sadder than the truly monstrous.

Slave-raiding, which was typically conducted by Africans, was notoriously wasteful of life, since only the young were taken and often the rest were killed. If one died for every one taken captive in slave raids—a speculative and possibly conservative number—that would mean the transatlantic slave trade killed or enslaved some twenty-five million Africans.

Maria had died in childbirth-related complications sixteen years before, in 1804, as her mother Martha (or Patty) Wayles Jefferson had died from childbirth before her, and as her grandmother had died after giving birth to her mother.

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming We're finally on our own This summer I hear the drumming Four dead in Ohio.

It's only castles burning

O the chimneysOn the ingeniously devised habitations of deathWhen Israel's body drifted as smokeThrough the air—Was welcomed by a star, a chimney sweep,A star that turned blackOr was it a ray of sun?

A detachment of police confronted this army of earnest schoolchildren and without warning opened fire, killing thirteen-year-old Hector Pieterson and many others. The children fought with sticks and stones, and mass chaos ensued, with hundreds of children wounded, and two white men stoned to death

My life is a Stephen King novel," she whispered. "Everything gets worse. And worse. And worse. When it finally can't get any worse, everybody dies.

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

It's terrible when the old have to bury the young. But it is more terrible when neither the old nor the young are there to bury each other.

Honestly, Jonathan, I begin to think you are suffering from some terrible form of insanity the idée fixe. People may drown in your ornamental waters or perish in your snow-drifts, and all you can think of is your hell-inspired party.