Quotes About Tragedy

The Holocaust, taken by itself, is a black hole. To look at it directly is to be swallowed up by it.

If we heard that somebody starved to death in Sweden or Switzerland, we would be shocked.

It was less in pity than in anger that the world was moved by the photograph of little Alan Kurdi, that dead three-year-old Syrian refugee boy whose name we're all remembering now on the first anniversary of his drowning, along with his five-year-old brother Galip and their mother Rehanna.

It is always one's virtues and not one's vices that precipitate one into disaster.

Can you imagine anything more tragic?' Rose asked. 'To be born a princess --native and to the manor born-- and then to forget who you are and settle for being something horrible like an--an accountant!

tragic elements in present history are not as significant as the ironic ones. Pure tragedy elicits tears of admiration and pity for the hero who is willing to brave death or incur guilt for the sake of some great good. Irony however prompts some laughter and a nod of comprehension beyond the laughter; for irony involves comic absurdities which cease to be altogether absurd when fully understood.

In myth, violent death is always justified.

The self-proclaimed advocate of impartiality does not want to commit himself to either course of action. If pushed toward one camp, he seeks refuge in the other. Men always find it distasteful to admit that the "reasons" on both sides of a dispute are equally valid—which is to say that violence operates without reason. Tragedy begins at that point where the illusion of impartiality, as well as the illusions of the adversaries, collapses.

She thinks about how sad it is that we remember the killers and not their victims.

Man will survive as a species for one reason: He can adapt to the destructive effects of our power-intoxicated technology and of our ungoverned population growth, to the dirt, pollution and noise of a New York or Tokyo. And that is the tragedy. It is not man the ecological crisis threatens to destroy but the quality of human life.

There was Henry Blakely who fell into the threshing machine that time and that was pretty grizzly.

It's not fair. But then nothing has been fair for a long time, has it? All those chaps I flew with who went down in flames. All those poor sods sitting at dinner in their houses who were blasted to pieces by doodlebugs. And the poor, damned wretches in the concentration camps. None of them deserved to die.

When he learned that he'd lost what remained of his fortune, he went up onto the moors and shot himself with his grouse gun, although how he managed to do it has always been the object of speculation, my father never having been a particularly good shot.

Kurt Cobain said that.

Se Cuenta y se vuelve a contar con estas mismas palabras que he estado usando, que son las palabras que se usan en aquel Belén de Chamí que aún no aparece en el mapa, la fábula real de la madre que un día bisiesto fue de verdugo en verdugo pidiendo a los gritos que los mataran a ella y a sus dos hijos porque les habían dejado la familia sin padre.

This is not a tragedy. I am used up.

Classical Studies Question: What were the circumstances of Julius Caesar's death? Answer: Suspicious ones

In retaliation, Zhou ordered the Red Squad to assassinate Gu's entire family, some fifteen people, and this order was scrupulously carried out.

Who killed Jocie, Ben?"—and Marco could not answer him. "Ben, did I—did I kill Jocie? That could be, couldn't it? Maybe it was an accident, but they wanted me to kill Senator Jordan and—did I kill my Jocie?

Accidentally Shot As a mark of affection by his brother.

Howsoever [the unfortunate voyage] proved lamentable and fatall to the actors, [it] may yet prove pleasing to the readers: it being an itch in our natures to delight in newnes and varietie, be the subject never so grievous.

Human beings do terrible things to each other and the tragic thing about it all is the way the remembrance of past hurt can rob us of our future and become the narrative of our lives.

Indeed, as we have seen, the drama and tragedy of the moral life lies in the fact that most human disagreement is between opposing goods rather than between right and wrong.

He thought about that visionary lady. To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one's embrace. To sink into that hideous coma, to sink then into death and, perhaps, return to sterile, awful wanderings. All without knowing what it was to love and be loved. That was a tragedy more terrible than becoming a vampire.