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  • Tragedy Quote #1

    After that [father's death] I never cried with any real conviction, nor expected much of anyone's God except indifference, nor loved deeply without fear that it would cost me dearly in pain. At the age of five I had become a skeptic and began to sense that any happiness that came my way might be the prelude to some grim cosmic joke.

    Russell Baker

  • Tragedy Quote #2

    All terrible things are more terrible if they give us no chance of retrieving a blunder—either no chance at all, or only one that depends on our enemies and not ourselves. Those things are also worse which we cannot, or cannot easily, help. Speaking generally, anything causes us to feel fear that when it happens to, or threatens, others causes us to feel pity.

    Aristotle

  • Tragedy Quote #3

    All you need is one safe anchor to keep you grounded when the rest of your life spins out of control

    Katie Kacvinsky

  • Tragedy Quote #4

    Americans refused to see accidents as accidental. They did not comprehend they while tragedy always exacts a formidable price, it rarely incurs a debt.

    Julia Glass

  • Tragedy Quote #5

    An Abyss is a deep and terrible chasm. What’s a chasm? A deep gash in the rocks.

    Diane Samuels

  • Tragedy Quote #6

    An empty bottle of Jack is almost just as beautiful as a new and unopened bottle...in the same sense as looking down at muddied feet, and looking back the way you came. The journey you've taken to get to this point, the experiences and sights and music listened to, the shit scrolled down on paper. An empty bottle may hold more promise than a full one in that regard...

    Dave Matthes

  • Tragedy Quote #7

    An event is never just what it is in itself and nothing more. It’s what goes on around it, at the same time, that makes it — potentially — a tragic situation.

    You have to have been exposed to this, at least once, to understand it.

    Jacques Yonnet

  • Tragedy Quote #8

    And there it was, on a shabby bed in a tawdry, ill-lighted bedroom, surrounded by a crowd of ignorant and excited people, broken and wounded, betrayed and unpitied, that Griffin, the first of all men to make himself invisible, Griffin, the most gifted physicist the world has ever seen, ended in infinite disaster his strange and terrible career.

    H.G. Wells

  • Tragedy Quote #9

    And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy.

    Leo Tolstoy

  • Tragedy Quote #10

    And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more ...

    Banana Yoshimoto

  • Tragedy Quote #11

    And wonder, dread and war
    have lingered in that land
    where loss and love in turn
    have held the upper hand.

    Simon Armitage

  • Tragedy Quote #12

    Any deal that recognizes Iran right to enrich is a prelude to fiasco and tragedy.

    Ziad K. Abdelnour

  • Tragedy Quote #13

    Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone.

    Ashly Lorenzana

  • Tragedy Quote #14

    Apparently even the most awful tragedies, and the people they'd ruined, got a little stale after a while.

    Tom Perrotta

  • Tragedy Quote #15

    Are you keeping up your good studies at school and working as hard as you always did?

    Diane Samuels

  • Tragedy Quote #16

    As a lord was held
    for the strength of his body and stoutness of heart.
    Much lore he learned, and loved wisdom
    but fortune followed him in few desires;
    oft wrong and awry what he wrought turned;
    what he loved he lost, what he longed for he won not;
    and full friendship he found not easily,
    nor was lightly loved for his looks were sad.
    He was gloom-hearted, and glad seldom
    for the sundering sorrow that filled his youth...
    (On Turin Turambar - The Children of Hurin)

    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • Tragedy Quote #17

    As a rule, we don't like to feel to sad or lonely or depressed. So why do we like music (or books or movies) that evoke in us those same negative emotions? Why do we choose to experience in art the very feelings we avoid in real life?

    Aristotle deals with a similar question in his analysis of tragedy. Tragedy, after all, is pretty gruesome. […] There's Sophocles's Oedipus, who blinds himself after learning that he has killed his father and slept with his mother. Why would anyone watch this stuff? Wouldn't it be sick to enjoy watching it? […] Tragedy's pleasure doesn't make us feel good in any straightforward sense. On the contrary, Aristotle says, the real goal of tragedy is to evoke pity and fear in the audience. Now, to speak of the pleasure of pity and fear is almost oxymoronic. But the point of bringing about these emotions is to achieve catharsis of them - a cleansing, a purification, a purging, or release. Catharsis is at the core of tragedy's appeal.

    Brandon W. Forbes

  • Tragedy Quote #18

    As individuals die every moment, how insensitive and fabricated a love it is to set aside a day from selfish routine in prideful, patriotic commemoration of tragedy. Just as God is provoked by those who tithe simply because they feel that they must tithe, I am provoked by those who commemorate simply because they feel that they must commemorate.

    Criss Jami

  • Tragedy Quote #19

    As Karl Marx once noted: 'Hegel remarks somewhere that all great, world-historical facts and personages occur, as it were, twice. He forgot to add: the first time as tragedy, the second as farce.' William Jennings Bryan and the Scopes trial was a tragedy. The creationists and intelligent design theorists are a farce.

    Michael Shermer

  • Tragedy Quote #20

    As one who appreciated the tragic side of eating, it seemed to him that anything other than fruit for dessert implied a reprehensible frivolity, and cakes in particular ended up annihilating the flavour of quiet sadness that must be allowed to linger at the end of a great culinary performance.

    Manuel Vázquez Montalbán

  • Tragedy Quote #21

    As you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
    pray that your journey be a long one,
    filled with adventure, filled with discovery.
    Laestrygonians and Cyclopes,
    the angry Poseidon--do not fear them:
    you'll never find such things on your way
    unless your sight is set high, unless a rare
    excitement stirs your spirit and your body.
    The Laestrygonians and Cyclopes,
    the savage Poseidon--you won't meet them
    so long as you do not admit them to your soul,
    as long as your soul does not set them before you.
    Pray that your road is a long one.
    May there be many summer mornings
    when with what pleasure, with what joy,
    you enter harbors never seen before.
    May you stop at Phoenician stations of trade to buy fine things,
    mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
    and voluptuous perfumes of every kind--
    buy as many voluptuous perfumes as you can.
    And may you go to many Egyptian cities
    to learn and learn from those who know.
    Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
    You are destined to arrive there.
    But don't hurry your journey at all.
    Far better if it takes many years,
    and if you are old when you anchor at the island,
    rich with all you have gained on the way,
    not expecting that Ithaca will give you wealth.
    Ithaca has given you a beautiful journey.
    Without her you would never have set out.
    She has no more left to give you.
    And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not mocked you.
    As wise as you have become, so filled with experience,
    you will have understood what these Ithacas signify.

    Barry B. Powell

  • Tragedy Quote #22

    At the beginning of the war…I had to look in on the War Office, and in a room I found a fellow…What do you think he was doing…what the hell do you think he was doing? He was devising the ceremonial for the disbanding of a Kitchener battalion. You can’t say we were not prepared in one matter at least…. Well, the end of the show was to be: the adjutant would stand the battalion at ease; the band would play Land of Hope and Glory, and then the adjutant would say: There will be no more parades…. Don’t you see how symbolical it was—the band playing Land of Hope and Glory, and then the adjutant saying: There will be no more parades?…For there won’t. There won’t, there damn well won’t. No more Hope, no more Glory, no more parades for you and me any more. Nor for the country…nor for the world, I dare say… None… Gone… Napoo finny! No…more…parades!

    Ford Madox Ford

  • Tragedy Quote #23

    Author is the prisoner of his thoughts .

    Rajiv Bakshi

  • Tragedy Quote #24

    Be kind to everyone, everyone is going through something

    Mary Elizabeth Owens

  • Tragedy Quote #25

    Because I want to know if I'm allowed to kiss your tears away. Because I want to be able to hold your hand. Because I like you.

    J.B. McGee

  • Tragedy Quote #26

    Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.

    Dave Matthes

  • Tragedy Quote #27

    Believe in love, Believe in yourself, and Believe we make our own destiny.

    Dee King

  • Tragedy Quote #28

    Billy sipped the last of his coffee from the mug and shut down his laptop. 1,000 words wasn’t great but it also wasn’t as bad as no words at all. It hadn’t exactly been a great couple of years and the royalties from his first few books were only going to hold out so much longer. Even if he didn’t have anything else to worry about there was always Sara to consider. Sara with her big blue eyes so like her mother’s.
    He sat for a moment longer thinking about his daughter and all they’d been through since Wendy had passed. Then he picked up his mug with a long sigh and carried it to the kitchen to rinse it in the sink.
    When he came back into his little living room and the quiet of 1 AM he wasn’t surprised to find her there over to the side of the bookshelf hovering close to the floor just beyond the couch.
    Wendy.
    Her eyes were cold and intense in death, angry and spiteful in a way he’d never seen them when she was alive. What once had been beautiful was now a horror and a threat, one that he’d known far too well in the years since she’d died. He and Sara both.
    He stood where he was looking at her as she glared up at him. Part of her smaller vantage point was caused by kneeling next to the shelf but he knew from the many times she’d walked or run through a room that death had also reduced her, made her no higher than 4 or 4 and half feet when she’d been 6 in life. She was like a child trapped there on the cusp between youth and coming adulthood. Crushed and broken down into a husk, an entity with no more love for them than a snake.
    Familiar tears stung his eyes but he blinked them away letting his anger and frustration rise in place of his grief.
    “Fuck you! What right do you have to be here? Why won’t you let Sara and I be? We loved you! We still love you!”
    She doesn’t respond, she never does. It’s as if she used up all of her words before she died and now all that’s left is the pain and the anger of her death. The empty lack of true life in her eyes leaves him cold. He doesn’t say anything else to her. It’s all a waste and he knows it. She frightens him as much as she makes him angry. Spite lives in every corner of her body and he’s reached his limit on how long he can see this perversion, this nightmare of what once meant so much to him.
    He walks past the bookshelf and through the doorway there. He and Sara’s rooms are up above. With an effort he resists the urge to look back down the hall to see if she’s followed. He refuses to treat his wife like a boogeyman no matter how much she has come to fit that mold. He can feel her eyes burning into him from somewhere back at the edge of the living room. The sensation leaves a cold trail of fear up his back as he walks the last four feet to the stairs and then up. He can hear her feet rush across the floor behind him and the rustle of fabric as she darts up the stairs after him. His pulse and his feet speed up as she grows closer but he’s never as fast as she is.
    Soon she slips up the steps under his foot shoving him aside as she crawls on her hands and feet through his legs and up the last few stairs above. As she passes through his legs, her presence never more clear than when it’s shoving right against him, he smells the clean and medicinal smells of the operating room and the cloying stench of blood. For a moment he’s back in that room with her, listening to her grunt and keen as she works so hard at pushing Sara into the world and then he’s back looking up at her as she slowly considers the landing and where to go from there.
    His voice is a whisper, one that pleads. “Wendy?

    Amanda M. Lyons

  • Tragedy Quote #29

    Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evil
    but if some god shakes your house
    ruin arrives
    ruin does not leave
    it comes tolling over the generations
    it comes rolling the black night salt up from the ocean floor
    and all your thrashed coasts groan

    Anne Carson

  • Tragedy Quote #30

    Books have a unique way of stopping time in a particular moment and saying: Let’s not forget this.

    Dave Eggers

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