Quotes About Tragedy

Part of it is that I recognize in her that thing that happens when you lose your mother. My mother left by choice, Bailey's by tragedy, but it leaves a similar imprint on you either way. It leaves you in the same strange place, trying to figure out how to navigate the world without the most important person watching.

Reed imagined that having your child murdered was about the only thing worse than having to exhume your child's remains to bring the killer to justice.

Najtragi?niji oblik gubitka nije gubitak sigurnosti, nego gubitak sposobnosti da zamislimo kako bi život mogao biti druga?iji.

No one at fifteen was ever in love, outside of Romeo and Juliet, and maybe not even them. Old Giff used to argue that the star-crossed lovers simply were buzzed on the fumes of forbidden lust. Give them thirty years of togetherness, Old Giff always said, and Juliet would be plunging the dagger into Romeo.

I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. -Speaking to the corpse of Desdemona, and kissing her, Othello dies

You're like great Shakespearean tragedy.

The tears were back, stinging just behind my eyes. There was blood all over my penguins. I didn't give a damn about the walls and carpet. They could be replaced, but I'd collected those damned stuffed toys over years. I let the paramedic lead me away. Tears trickling down my cheeks. I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombie all over my toys. Jesus.

Michel and Annette Muller's mother, snatched from her children at Beaune-la-Rolande, died at Auschwitz. And while it was the Nazis who wished her dead, it was the French who put her in harm's way.

la vida misma es inefable, ineluctable, y sin duda trágica, redimida sólo en la medida en que la redención es posible a través de la risa, que se burla del misterio; del amor, que lo acepta; y del arte, que lo recrea.

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die..

Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses.

Broken leaves flew into the air from the violence of his thrashing, and the gore and blood kept pouring from the black hole in his belly and from his mouth - surely enough blood for ten men, a sight horrid enough to make God Himself weep - and suddenly, his boots stopped running and his form stilled and then......Death caught him.

Flames curled out of all the windows next door. The rooftop beyond that was a lake of fire. Every building in sight was burning. The air was filled with crackling and popping sounds, with shrieks and screams coming from the street below.

When I was little I had no idea what she'd been through. She used to say Affection is a sign of weakness which totally baffled me because she should be both affectionate and strong. I'd give anything to understand all of the layers of tragedy that forced her shell to become so hard.

Are you kidding me? It's Shakespeare'! Look at Romeo And Juliet.; they're what, like fourteen years old, and they meet at a party and bam, jump in bed. They hook up in her bedroom with her parents in the house, and then they get caught and everybody dies... Slutty fourteen year olds and gang violence. I can't believe they make high school kids read it.

Life, I'd heard someone say, is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. It seemed to me that it was both at once, even for those of us who don't do much of either.

Pleasure Cruise for 137 Corpses" The fire broke out in the ship's writing-room at 2:30 AM. While the passengers and most of the crew slept soundly, the flames raced through the ship. In an unbelievably

Lovers are never equally matched - do you think? One always overshadows the other and stunts his or her growth so that the overshadowed one must always be tormented by a desire to escape, to be free to grow. Surely this is the only tragic thing about love?

A poem with its throat cut from ear to ear. The Daily Mirror

The funniest people are the saddest once

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we begin it so late.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.

It is sad but true that sometimes we need the tragedy to help us to see how human we are and how we are more alike than we are different.

What a sad business is being funny!