Quotes About Tragedy

And I know old songs such as the loss of John Jacob Astor on the Titanic when sunk by an iceberg and I would be glad to sing them rather than that no peas no rice song if you so wish.

And what happened?' 'Much,' the woman said. 'Much. And all of it ugly. Even that which was glorious.

Que cosa mas mala es la guerra - What a horrible thing war is

A Farewell to Arms To

The most tragic form of loss isn't the loss of security; it's the loss of the capacity to imagine that things could be different.

We have defined holiness through what we separate ourselves from rather than what we give ourselves to. I am convinced the great tragedy is not the sins that we commit, but the life that we fail to live. You

Oscar Wilde wrote, "In this world there are only two tragedies. One is getting what one wants, and the other is not getting it." When

Oscar Wilde wrote, "In this world there are only two tragedies. One is getting what one wants, and the other is not getting it." When our desires are unfulfilled, we

Of the eighty-one people who had been trapped by the early autumn snow at the eastern edge of the Sierra, thirty-six had died and forty-five had survived. No one remained at the high camps. For the Donner Party, the journey was finished.

Looking at ourselves through the eyes of those living in places where human tragedy is still embedded in complex religious and cultural narratives, we get a glimpse of our modern selves as a deeply insecure and fearful people. We are investing our great wealth in researching and treating this disorder because we have rather suddenly lost other belief systems that once gave meaning and context to our suffering.

Bucuriile mele sunt triste pentru c? ele manifest? o acceptare a nu ÅŸtiu c?ror legi inferioare. Sunt deficiente fa?? de orice tristeÅ£e care nu trebuie s? priveasc? decât neîmplinirea mea în absolut.

Assassin! Misérable! Tu m'as tuée et maintenant tu ne veux pas que je m'empoisonne!

The Mad Scene. Enter Ophelia!

No one is fool enough to choose war instead of peace – in peace sons bury their fathers, but in war fathers bury their sons.

She really was an excellent host, however many people her family had enslaved and murdered.

There are two. In the first, three years ago, a self-proclaimed grizzly expert was killed. I'd personally rule that a suicide.

As historians reflect on her renown and her legacy, they will come to judge Diana, Princess of Wales as one of the most influential figures of this, or any other, age. For as long as there are poets, playwrights and men with hearts to break, tales will be told of the princess who died across the water and returned home to be crowned a queen, the queen of all our hearts. Diana, Princess of Wales. She wrote poetry in our souls. And made us wonder.

The Second World War lasted for 2,174 days, cost $1.5 trillion and claimed the lives of over 50 million people. That represents 23,000 lives lost every day, or more than six people killed every minute, for six long years.

Ultimately over half a million Germans died from aerial bombardment during the war, to Britain's 58,000.

The deportation to Auschwitz in 1942 of 4,000 Jewish children aged twelve and younger, after being forcibly separated from their parents at the Vélodrome and starved for a week, was done not by the Gestapo or the SS but by ordinary Parisian gendarmes acting under orders from French officials.

His favourite entertainments were intellectual rather than social; he went to public lectures and visited the observatory, the theatre and the opera. 'Tragedy excites the soul,' he later told one of his secretaries, 'lifts the heart, can and ought to create heroes.'24

They looked like scarecrows,' Slim said of his troops. 'But they looked like soldiers, too.' He also recalled the heart-rending sight of a four-year-old child in Imphal trying to spoon-feed her dead mother from a tin of evaporated milk.

Boredom is the only real tragedy for a writer; everything else is material.

In September 1939, Krzys Szczerba was killed as he walked in a marching column of refugees along a muddy farm road in western Poland. In September 1939, Germany was unstoppable, and Russia shared in the spoils of Polish conquest. Nobody needed Polish boys. Too bad for Poland, Too bad for boys like me. This was just one of the things in history that gave us Polish boys sleepy bags under our watchful eyes. We see everything. It is our job to pay attention to details.