Quotes About Tragedy

The essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things.

Let me here remind you that the essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things. This inevitableness of destiny can only be illustrated in terms of human life by incidents which in fact involve unhappiness. For it is by them that the futility of escape can be made evident in the drama. This remorseless inevitableness is what pervades scientific thought. The laws of physics are the decrees of fate.

The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy.

As soon as high consciousness is reached, the enjoyment of existence is entwined with pain, frustration, loss, tragedy. Amid the passing of so much beauty, so much heroism, so much daring, Peace is then the intuition of permanence. It keeps vivid the sensitiveness to the tragedy; and it sees the fineness beyond the faded level of surrounding fact. Each tragedy is the disclosure of an ideal: What might have been, and was not; What can be. The tragedy was not in vain.

So Tristram looked on Iseult face to face and knew not, and she knew not. The last time -- The last that should be told in any rhyme Heard anywhere on mouths of singing men That ever should sing praise of them again; The last hour of their hurtless hearts at rest, The last that peace should touch them, breast to breast, The last that sorrow far from them should sit, This last was with them, and they knew not it.

By Heaven, had I the teeth of Caucasus Red-hot from Promethean agonies, And tusks more lucid than the lunar snows, On those jagged lawns of Asia, cavernous With many a dragon banquet-eyes like those Minerva made of flint to shatter Jove-- I'd hurl their hate upon thee, and myself Die in a red parabola of Fate! --Ernest Wheldrake, The Monomaniac's Tragedy

And they all lived happily ever after, until they died.

Stop thieving my tragedy

And then what happened next, well, it happened next, and history, that other word for irony, went its own foul witty way, sang its own foul witty ditty, and the girl was the one who died young in this story.

Well, that's one reading of it, Elisabeth says. My own preferred reading is: free spirit arrives on earth equipped with the skill and the vision capable of blasting the tragic stuff that happens to us all into space, where it dissolves away to nothing whenever you pay any attention to the lifeforce in her pictures.

Say that the berries on a tree fermented / say that some birds ate them got drunk demented / couldn't fly straight flew straight into instead / wall of an office block and fell down dead / down on the pavement people undeterred / stepping over the mound of broken bird

He turns to go—and that's when he gets kicked in the head by the half of the pantomime horse it's slipped his mind to shoot. He falls to the ground, dead himself on top of the pantomime fallen. It's a surrealist vision of hell. What's surrealist, Mr. Gluck? This is.

Dear friend, come home. I have tragic news," he said. She looked straight at him without a spasm of fear, Her face not stern or masked-- "Is it Percy or John?" she asked. "Percy." She dropped her eyes. "I am needed here. Surely you know I cannot go Until every letter is written. The dead Must wait on the living," she said. "This is my work. I must stay.

A young couple — bride eighteen, man twenty-two — came here for their honeymoon. The day after the wedding, he was found to have scarlet fever, and in two days he was dead. How cruel it is when pain and sorrow come to young things, — they are so helpless; what can they do with it? What a rush of desire to go to them and wrap them about in one's long-accustomedness until the little bewildered soul has woven for itself some sort of casing.

Child abuse is still sanctioned — indeed, held in high regard — in our society as long as it is defined as child-rearing. It is a tragic fact that parents beat their children in order to escape the emotions from how they were treated by their own parents.

The thing is to be happy,' he said. 'No matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It's nothing to do with circumstances. You wouldn't believe how good it is. Accept everything and then tragedy disappears. Or tragedy lightens, anyway, you're just there, going along easy in the world.

I cried in the kitchen, his death was stupid at such a young age.

I don't know why it was a tragedy, the world.

and magpies coming straight from a meeting with misfortune

My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.

To endure the cross is not tragedy; it is the suffering which is the fruit of an exclusive allegiance to Jesus Christ.

Cuando recibió el primer disparo, no le dolió nada. Por un instante creyó que tenía una flor grande, roja y caliente sobre el pecho, la quiso coger para llevarle a su madre, pero estaba maniatado; sin embargo, todos le vieron sonreír, y cayó muerto. De 'Tobita', p.48.

De waarheid is dat William Macfarlane vond dat hij schuldig was aan Alice' dood, ook al kon hij er nog zo weinig aan doen. - Leo

Alice Ramsay. Ik weet nu weer wat er is gebeurd, in elk geval een beetje. Op een of andere manier... was haar dood mijn schuld - ik heb haar dat aangedaan.' Hij liet zijn tranen nu de vrije loop. 'Dat is het enige wat ik weet. Van de rest kan ik me niet veel herinneren. Het is mijn schuld dat dit allemaal is gebeurd.' - Nick