It Is A Tragedy Quotes

Sin and grace, absence and presence, tragedy and comedy, they divide the world between them and where they meet head on, the Gospel happens.

Religion, declares the modern man, is consciousness of our highest social values. Nothing could be further from the truth. True religion is a profound uneasiness about our highest social values.

Both Heaven and Hell are retroactive, all of one's life will eventually be known to have been one or the other.

Convictions are prisons.

You deicde, and you make our night what you want. Brilliant and ours. Stupid and theirs.

Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.

One knows so little. When one knows more it is too late.

God in his unending greatness and glory and man in his unending littleness, prepared for the worst but rarely for the best, prepared for the possible but rarely for the impossible.

What does our great historical hunger signify, our clutching about us of countless cultures, our consuming desire for knowledge, if not the loss of myth, of a mythic home, the mythic womb?

Well, I've known over thirty men who've found out how to cure consumption. Why do people go on dying of it, Colly? Devilment I suppose!

Morality negates life.

Knowledge kills action action requires the veils of illusion.

Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently abeast!

The images of myth must be the daemonic guardians, omnipresent and unnoticed, which protect the growth of the young mind, and guide man's interpretation of his life and struggles.

[W]e are none of us very good at silence. It says too much.

So desperate was Kugel for things to turn out for the best, proclaimed Professor Jove, that he couldn't stop worrying about the worst. Hope, said Professor Jove, was Solomon Kugel's greatest failing.

A farce or comedy is best played

Tragedy is a disaster

Lenin was always prone to overestimate the physical danger to himself: in this respect he was something of a coward.

Would I always look back on this moment with regret, no matter which choice I made?

She didn't deserve me. She deserved a hell of a lot better than me, but so help me, I wasn't good enough of a man to just let her go.

Jax, I don't know if I can do this, " I murmured."Do what?" he asked.I though for a moment as he watched me in silence. "Survive you, " I whispered in answer."Maybe you won't have to...

There is no sadder symbol of the crippling poverty in which millions of peasants were forced to live than the image of a peasant and his son struggling to drag a plough through the mud.

She fully expected to see a maniacal killer raising his arms with a plastic bag in his hands to suffocate her

This is why some relationships look so beautiful and some look so tragic — beauty belongs to the thoughtful

Comedies are fit for common wits: But to present a kingly troop withal, Give me a stately-written tra

Maria, groaning for scraps, would drape his head on my feet as I ate, trying to camouflage himself as my napkin or the rug.

What we did see was that jealousy is fear: it can corrode even if quite baseless.

Corruption is never compulsory.

Remember, it’s the pace that kills, never the distance.

I met death for the last time realizing that he, the creature I called, it because I did not want to believe came for me... Collecting.

A tragedy need not have blood and death

An idle mind was a recipe for disaster. Bathsheba wasn’t just teetering on the edge

Life is like a story

Move thy tongue, For silence is a sign of discontent.

The individual benefits as an individual from his ability to deny the truth even though society as a whole, of which he is a part, suffers.

To believe with certainty, somebody said, one has to begin by doubting.

If others in the same Glass better see 'Tis for Themselves they look, but not for me: For my Salvation must its Doom receive Not from what others, but what I believe.

Asking 'why' only makes us feel hopeless. Asking 'how' points the way forward, and shows us what we must do

My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings, / That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.

It's how you felt. And feelings don't always make sense. That's why they're feelings - not thnkings, " I said, hoping she'd smile.

That’s the problem with any ‘simple truth’—it always takes a gaggle of complete idiots or a team of all-knowing geniuses to miss it.

Nothing is illegal so long as you correct it before the SEC catches it.

Never lose time in sending the scapegoat to the slaughterhouse.

The path of memory is neither straight or safe, and we travel down it at our risk.

... the preacher speaks both the word of tragedy and the word of comedy because they are both of them the truth and because Jesus speaks them both...

he's not a piece of meat you can job off the market by the pound. because, if you do, maish, if you do, you'll rot in hell.

Suicide is not a blot on anyone’s name

I feared that if I let him, it would be the final push over a ledge I had been precariously hovering on since the day I had first laid eyes on him.