Quotes About Tragedy

My dad went at 86. A car killed him. He was crossing the road.

My goal after 9/11 was to take care of the families of the people we lost, and that was the most important thing.

In a little over six minutes, 17 of our friends were taken from us. Fifteen were injured. And everyone - absolutely everyone - in the Douglas Community was forever altered.

The only time I actually got mad at God is when my dad completely changed and was my closest friend, and then he was taken from me too soon.

The suicide bomber's imagination leads him to believe in a brilliant act of heroism, when in fact he is simply blowing himself up pointlessly and taking other people's lives.

'Emeril' came on the air right when a new president of NBC was taking over, and there was just a big shift going on. And then 9/11 happened, and that really pretty much killed it, because the show was already having a hard time finding an audience. I don't regret it. I had a really good time.

When I was doing 'Tales from Hollywood' at the National, I was invited to dinner by the choreographer, Kenneth MacMillan. He told me I had the heart of a dancer and asked me if I'd like to come on at the end of 'Romeo and Juliet' as a friar. I said I'd love to, but sadly, MacMillan died shortly after.

I think after Sandy Hook, when Obama went out, and he talked a lot about gun control and met with the parents, there was a sense that something was going to happen. But then, I guess, the power of special interests was greater than public sentiment.

Every coal miner I talked to had, in his history, at least one story of a cave-in. 'Yeah, he got covered up,' is a way coal miners refer to fathers and brothers and sons who got buried alive.

I still can't get over Sushant Singh Rajput's demise. I got to work with him in 'Dil Bechara.' He was such a jovial and promising guy with no starry tantrums.

Folly is so human that it has common roots with poetry and tragedy; it is revealed as much in the insane asylum as in the writings of a Cervantes or a Shakespeare, or in the deep psychological insights and cries of revolt of a Nietzsche.

Thomas Merton writes that if we have meditated on the events of the Passion but have not meditated on Dachau and Auschwitz, our perception of God at work in present times is incomplete.

Pentru unii era prea mult. Paul Nikolaus, artist de cabaret specializat în numere cu subiecte politice la faimosul club Kadeko din Berlin... s-a refugiat la Lucerna, unde s-a sinucis pe 20 martie 1933. "Iat?, nu mai glumesc", a scris...

Nothing nice happens to murdered women.

On the TV, some poor Indian has just died hauling Fitzcarraldo's boat over the mountain. The Indian's friends are gathered around his body, but Fitz is screaming for them to keep pulling his boat. He's the hero of the story and he's completely nuts. This isn't going to have a happy ending.

They weren't a particularly bright people and disappeared along with their island in a volcanic mishap.

Strange that only a little problem of your own will take your mind far from a tragedy belonging to others.

Lucie disappeared on Saturday, July 1, 2000, at the midpoint of the first year of the twenty-first century. It took a week for the news to reach the world at large. The first report appeared the following Sunday, July 9, when a British newspaper carried a short article about a missing tourist named "Lucy Blackman." There were more detailed stories the next day in the British and Japanese papers.

Hysterical optimism will prevail until the world again admits the existence of tragedy, and it cannot admit the existence of tragedy until it again distinguishes between good and evil. . . Hysterical optimism as a sin against knowledge.

Chris:I forgive you. Annie: For killing my children and my sweet husband? Chris: For being so wonderful a guy would choose hell over heaven just to be around you.

Mubei: Zhongguo Liushi Niandai Da Jihuang Jishi [Tombstone: A Record of the Great Chinese Famine of the 60s], Cosmos Books, Hong Kong, 2008.

men with guns stole our future by killing the best of our leaders, again and again—in one single tragic year, Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy. And day after day, death upon death, they steal our dreams by killing the people we love.

Sometimes, when tragedy strikes, people give up hope that they can expect anything more from life, when the real quest is finding out what life expects from them.

The price of love is the risk of losing it." I frowned. "Is it worth the risk?" "I've thought a lot about that. I still think the greatest hurt isn't to lose love, it's the regret of never having it. To have never felt love, that would be true tragedy.