I have brought you a hero’s fate, and a hero’s fate is never happy. It is never anything but tragic.
A person’s tragedy does not make up their entire life. A story carves deep grooves into our brains each time we tell it. But we aren’t one story. We can change our stories. We can write our own.
Eros und Ananke sind auch die Eltern der menschlichen Kultur geworden.
Love is fate that ends in tragedy.
Life always begins with triumph but tends to end with tragedy.
When something is tragic you never really forget it.
If we were entirely sane, if madness did not have a serious grip on one side of us, other people’s tragedies would hold a great deal less interest for us.
For maybe the first time he could remember, he was very seriously thinking about how to best kill someone he’d never even seen.
Something very beautiful happens to people when their world has fallen apart: a humility, a nobility, a higher intelligence emerges at just the point when our knees hit the floor. Perhaps, in a way, that’s where humanity is now: about to discover we’re not as smart as we thought we were, will be forced by life to surrender our attacks and defenses which avail us of nothing, and finally break through into the collective beauty of who we really are.”
[Facebook post, August 31, 2013]
The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present.