#aged

A world where a majority had imbibed the lessons implicit within tragic art would be one in which the consequences of our failures would necessarily cease to weigh upon us so heavily. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#failure #forgiveness #judgmentt #tragedy #art

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#artists #arts-and-humanities #books #classics #creativity

It may be that The Great Gatsby is as perfect, word for word, just in terms of English; but Ulysses is deeper, richer, wider – and is comic, whereas The Great Gatsby is a tragic novel. And I think all great art is comic art. (video) ↗

— Stephen Fry

#books #comedy #fitzgerald #humour #joyce

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#friar-lawrence #love #romeo-and-juliet #shakespeare #tragedy

Closing your eyes won't make the awfulness go away. It may be that nothing will. But dwelling on it, dreading the evil, playing out the misery in your head - doesn't this feed the monster? You can't close your eyes to life, but you can choose where your gaze lingers. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#challenges #hardships #life #perspective #richelle

I only wanted absolute quiet to think out why I had developed a sad attitude toward sadness, a melancholy attitude toward melancholy and a tragic attitude toward tragedy — why I had become identified with the objects of my horror or compassion. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#sadness #tragedy #attitude

A place where something so terrible had happened shouldn't continue to exist in the world ↗

— Ron Rash

#people #places #tragedy #violence #death

One day can change your life. One day can ruin your life. All life is is three or four big days that change everything. ↗

— Beverly Donofrio

#life-lessons #strength-character #struggle #tragedy #triumph

What sets one Southern town apart from another, or from a Northern town or hamlet, or city high-rise? The answer must be the experience shared between the unknowing majority (it) and the knowing minority (you). All of childhood's unanswered questions must finally be passed back to the town and answered there. Heroes and bogey men, values and dislikes, are first encountered and labeled in that early environment. In later years they change faces, places and maybe races, tactics, intensities and goals, but beneath those penetrable masks they wear forever the stocking-capped faces of childhood. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings #innocence #learning #maya-angelou #change

The cliche that sea dry up and rocks rot away, but the heart never changes is nothing but a beautiful fantasy. ↗

— Mo Yan

#tragedy #beauty