Quotes About Tragedy

They beat up on a weakling, and that's all they did. The rest is smoke-filled, coffee-house crap. They tortured and tormented a weaker kid. And it wasn't just that night. Read the letters, it was eight months. And you know what? I'll bet it was his whole life. They beat him up, and they killed him. And why? Because he couldn't run very fast. I'm off duty now, don't ask me to be pals with these guys.

There are really only two plays: Romeo and Juliet, and put the darn ball in the basket.

As per one record, over 5000 retail investors and marginal traders had committed suicides in 2008 stock market crash. And then real estate market has slumped as many properties were attached of stock market losers. The same story seems to be unfolding in 2022 as capital market continue to fall

He reminds me of the man who murdered both his parents, and then when sentence was about to be pronounced pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan.

How beautiful and horrible life is, Hema thought; too horrible to simply call tragic. Life is worse than tragic." p 108

She had always assumed that she would have years to sort out the meaning of life... As she bent over the child she realized that the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled.

As she bent over the child she realized that the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled. She was ashamed that such a simple insight should have eluded her all these years. Make something beautiful of your life.

the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled

As she bent over the child she realized that the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled.

she realized that the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled.

She remembered, too, how in her first days in Addis, when things had looked so bleak, so terrifying, so tragic with Melly's death—it was at those moments that God's grace came, and that God's plan was revealed, though it was revealed in His time. "I can't see it, Lord, but I know You can

As she bent over the child she realized that the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled. She

He leaned about the same way in falling towards Jacqueline, forward, down towards the bottom of the car.

When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He's obsessed with plane crashes. He memorizes the wrecked metal details, the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke. Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa. How people go on, and how people don't. It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. I can't help it, I love the way men love.

Here for example the beautiful silver mirror of a river swells, a boy falls in, the water ripples sweetly around his locks, he sinks - and after a short while the silver mirror swells as before.

The digging continues ... Ground Zero it looks more and more like a construction site. Too much of the horror is gone. No fire. No smoke ... What was war becomes peace, becomes peaceful. But in the coil of my testicles there's an angry residue and in places I can't even name, places inside my throat and behind my chest, I'm sad, and sometimes worse than sad, less than sad, a cavity of empty.

The day I turned sixteen years old I had no idea that in a few weeks nearly everyone I cared about would be dead.

Not long afterward they found her like that and one of them lifted her and carried her across the snow to the group of vehicles.

Cancer is the worst way for a fictional wife to die.

It's hard to imagine losing a family, to have someone you love just disappear like that.

We always have competing wants, they are often incompatible, so in making choices essentials are sacrificed. Lives are tragic not merely when people can't have everything they want but when their wanting mutilates them; when what they want entails an unbearable loss.

Fifteen years ago I killed my sister.

Sylvia Plath, John Berryman, Virginia Woolf, David Foster Wallace, Seneca, Hunter S. Thompson, Ernest Hemingway, William Inge, Anne Sexton, Hart Crane, Yukio Mishima, and John Kennedy Toole.

100 percent of mass shootings have been enabled by access to guns.