All tragedies are finished bya death, All comedies are ended bya marriage; The future states of both are left to faith.
I like the tragedies way more than the comedies because they're so universal.
Society mends its wounds. And that's invariably true in all the tragedies, in the comedies as well. And certainly in the histories.
One of the great tragedies I see is people not putting every effort into the foundation of their marriage. My grandmother told me that it's one man and one woman for life and that your marriage is worth fighting for.
Ponder, your comedies are woeful chaff:
Write tragedies, when you would make us laugh.
Heather knows why and when her marriage ended with Richie and she knows why my marriage ended with Charlie.
The programme has ended, something has finished, and he has a sense of something having finished its course, and then all of a sudden he turns away and this other thing has just finished its course, this other person.
How children attempt to deal with everyday comedies and tragedies, and mortality, is universal and ultimately such a large part of what it means to be human.
It is observable that the ladies frequent tragedies more than comedies; the reason may be, that in tragedy their sex is deified and adored, in comedy exposed and ridiculed.
Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.
There is material among us for the broadest comedies and the deepest tragedies, but, besides money and leisure, it needs patience, perseverance, courage, and the hand of an artist to weave it into the literature of the country.
I'm going to be criticized by lots of "scholars," but I think Shakespeare's best comedy often appears in his tragedies, actually. Not necessarily in his comedies.
I actually love Scorsese comedies. He's an underrated comedy director. I think his comedies are some of the best comedies ever made.
There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.
...When it was finished, the scaled dragon looked around and as the thing spotted V, a growl rippled up to the bleachers, then ended in a snort. "You finished, big guy?" Va called down. "FYI, goalpost over there would work righteous as a toothpick.
For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce.