Quotes About Tragedy

Tragedy cannot take place around a type. Suffering is the most individualizing thing on earth.

He was softly breathing his life away, the dark blood flowing down his skin of snow and his eyes growing heavy and dim. She kissed him, but Adonis knew not that she kissed him as he died.

The end, the tale of what happened to the Trojan women when Troy fell, comes from a play by Sophocles' fellow playwright, Euripides. It is a curious contrast to the martial spirit of the Aeneid. To Virgil as to all Roman poets, war was the noblest and most glorious of human activities. Four hundred years before Virgil a Greek poet looked at it differently. What was the end of that far-famed war? Euripides seems to ask. Just this, a ruined town, a dead baby, a few wretched women.

sea, and was killed. The sea into which he fell was called the Aegean ever after.

Tragedy belongs to the poets. Only they have "trod the sunlit heights and from life's dissonance struck one clear chord." None but a poet can write a tragedy. For tragedy is nothing less than pain transmuted into exaltation by the alchemy of poetry, and if poetry is true knowledge and the great poets guides safe to follow, this transmutation has arresting implications. Pain changed into

There's nothing grimmer than the tragedy that wears a comic mask.

In the long moment before the curtain fell, he had time to feel the whole tragedy of her life. It was as though her beauty, thus detached from all that cheapened and vulgarized it, had held out suppliant hands to him from the world in which he and she had once met for a moment, and where he felt an over-mastering longing to be with her again.

The tragedy of the woman's death, and of his own share in it, were as nothing in the disaster of his bright irreclaimableness.

so many that had died on the scaffold and many more to die including, though she did not know it then, her own son.

There are a lot of sad stories. It seems like everybody has one to tell.

History is indeed little more than the register of crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind.

There was a young woman named Fleager Who was terribly, terribly eager To be all the rage On the tragedy stage, Though her talents were pitifully meagre.

Los antiguos griegos lo llamaban la tragedia del hibris. El rey que peca de exceso de orgullo recibe el castigo de los dioses.

All of these women were here for the same reason. They were said to have been seen at night rising from the ground like birds on fire. A loved one, a friend, or a neighbor had accused them of causing the death of a child. A few other people agreeing with these stories was all that was needed to have them arrested. And sometimes even killed.

The tragedy of life is what dies in the hearts and souls of people while they live.

Then, slowly, very slowly, one of the two struggled from the unloving embrace and got, swaying and staggering and bleeding, to its feet. The other lay in a bloody torn huddle on the stony ground, its neck broken.

the tragedy of life is not that we die, but is rather, what dies inside a man while he lives.

The tragedy in a man's life is what dies inside of him while he lives.

Come doveva essere bello il mondo", quando la vita non era come ora ridicola, ma tragica e si moriva, e si uccideva, e si odiava, e di amava sul serio, e si versavano vere lacrime per vere sciagure, e tutti gli uomini erano fatti di carne ed ossa e attaccati alla realtà come alberi alla terra.

What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder one another in cold blood.

We participate in a tragedy at a comedy we only look.

John Wayne Gacy is obsessively fond of defending his innocence, which is imaginary. On March 12, 1980, he was convicted in Chicago of killing thirty-three boys. The murders took place between 1972 and 1978, when he was caught and arrested. No one else in America has ever been convicted of killing so many people. Twenty-seven of the bodies were buried in a crawl space beneath the house where Gacy lived,

Quien no vive trágicamente se vuelve idiota. Vivir trágicamente es tomar el camino de la locura y del suicidio a corto plazo. Esto que digo implica tanto idiotez cuanto locura. No

Soy tu silencio, tu tragedia, tu veladora. Puesto que sólo soy noche, puesto que toda noche de mi vida es tuya.