Tragedy & Sorrow Quotes

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched.

As we wander, grieving, in yet another dark moment, amid our pain we must struggle to remember the redemptive power of love and hope.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.

I consider tragedy the highest form of art.

I don't think tragic situations are necessarily devoid of beauty.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.

It is the strange fate of man, that even in the greatest of evils the fear of the worst continues to haunt him.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives - the death of genuine feeling, the death of inspired response, the awareness that makes it possible to feel the pain or the glory of other men in yourself.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

The tragedy of war is that it uses man's best to do man's worst.

War is tragedy. The great war stories are tragedies. It's the failure of diplomacy. 'War and Peace,' 'A Farewell to Arms,' 'For Whom the Bell Tolls.' Those are some of the greatest tragedies.

The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Musical compositions can be very sad - Chopin - but you have the pleasure of this sadness. The cheap consolation is: you will be happy. The higher consolation is the pleasure and recognition of your unhappiness, the pleasure of having recognised that fate, destiny and life are such as they are and so you reach a higher form of consciousness.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Tragedy makes you grow up.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

When the calamity we feared is already arrived, or when the expectation of it is so certain as to shut out hope, there seems to be a principle within us by which we look with misanthropic composure on the state to which we are reduced, and the heart sullenly contracts and accommodates itself to what it most abhorred.

By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.

Let us remember that sorrow alone is the creator of great things.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and to the young, it comes with bitterest agony because it takes them unawares. I have had experience enough to know what I say.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

Our trials, our sorrows, and our grieves develop us.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

Sad will be the day for any man when he becomes contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing - where there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger; which he knows he was meant and made to do.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our grief. As for me, I have faith; I believe in a future life. How could I do otherwise? My daughter was a soul; I saw this soul. I touched it, so to speak.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Life is hard. Not great. Kind of tragic.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.

Classical tragedy was the war between good and evil. We wanted evil to be defeated and good to be victorious. But the battle in modern tragedy is between good and good. And no matter which side wins, we'll still be heartbroken.

Human life is a combination of tragedy and comedy. The shapes and designs that surround us are the music accompanying this tragedy and this comedy.

A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom, not a guide by which to live.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom, not a guide by which to live.

Every human being on this earth is born with a tragedy, and it isn't original sin. He's born with the tragedy that he has to grow up... a lot of people don't have the courage to do it.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

The key element in tragedy is that heroes and heroines are destroyed by that which appears to be their greatest strength.