A Quote by Marilyn Manson

The death of one is a tragedy, but death of a million is just a statistic. — © Marilyn Manson
The death of one is a tragedy, but death of a million is just a statistic.
One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.
One death is a tragedy, and a million deaths are a statistic.
The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic.
One death is a tragedy; a thousand is a statistic.
Trump, like any good Stalinist, knows that one death is a tragedy but 100,000 is a statistic.
The death of one man is tragic, but the death of thousands is statistic.
What then is tragedy? In the Elizabethan period it was assumed that a play ending in death was a tragedy, but in recent years we have come to understand that to live on is sometimes far more tragic than death.
Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy.
Someone's killed 100,000 people. We're almost going, "Well done! You killed 100,000 people? You must get up very early in the morning! I can't even get down the gym. Your diary must look odd: 'Get up in the morning, death, death, death, death, death, death, death - lunch - death, death, death - afternoon tea - death, death, death - quick shower ...' "
Birth leads to death, death precedes birth. So if you want to see life as it really is, it is rounded on both the sides by death. Death is the beginning and death is again the end, and life is just the illusion in between. You feel alive between two deaths; the passage joining one death to another you call life. Buddha says this is not life. This life is dukkha - misery. This life is death.
Death brings release & removal from all evil, every tragedy & all difficulty. Death is not an enemy.
I believe the death of Bobby Kennedy was in many ways the death of decency in America. I think it was the death of manners and formality, the death of poetry and the death of a dream.
Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.
Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release.
Death is a great tragedy…a profound loss…I don’t accept it…I think people are kidding themselves when they say they are comfortable with death.
Death is not the greatest tragedy in life. The greatest tragedy is what dies inside us while we live. We need not fear death. We need fear only that we may exist without having sensed something of the possibilities that lie within human existence.
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