Robert Gottlieb Quotes

My son died for lies.

We live in a country where John Lennon takes eight bullets, Yoko Ono is walking right beside him and not one hits her. Explain that to me!

The three touchstones that woke Buddha up - sickness, old age, and death - are a pretty good place to start when crafting a tragic tale. And if we need to get more specific: heartbreak, destruction, miscomprehension, natural disasters, betrayal, and the waste of human potential.

I feel horribly vindicated. Three thousand people died who didn't have to die.

'Heavenly Creatures' was really the idea of Fran Walsh. It was a very famous New Zealand murder case, but not one that people knew much about.

The world is a heartbreaking place, without any question.

For reasons I don't fully understand, tragic love has a certain appeal.

I had lived a charmed life, and then I lost a beautiful woman I loved with all my heart.

When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed, do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?

It is something you can't predict, and it is the huge sadness in your life, losing a child.

Sometimes terrible things just happen to the wrong people.

The villain in 'Call Me by Your Name' is the tragedy of love - what seems to be part of the deal you sign with someone when you experience an amazing time with them.

I still have dreams about Hillsborough. Well, nightmares, anyway.

My family and I are heartbroken after hearing the news that more than 100 innocent children and teachers have lost their lives...

For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man who sent him away from the factory with no job, for every child who was ever born to pain and asked why, this is the answer. Our lives are like these things I build. Sometimes they fall down for a reason, sometimes they fall down for no reason at all.

In peace sons bury fathers, but war violates the order of nature, and fathers bury sons.

We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night — every night, every night — the moment I feigned sleep.

A tragedy's first act is crowded with supporting players: witnesses crimping their faces, policemen scribbling in pads and making radio calls, EMS guys unfolding equipment, tubes and wheels.

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.

Miserable Orpheus who, turning to lose his Eurydice, beholds her for the first time as well as the last.

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

History is not the story of heroes entirely. It is often the story of cruelty and injustice and shortsightedness. There are monsters, there is evil, there is betrayal. That's why people should read Shakespeare and Dickens as well as history ~~ they will find the best, the worst, the height of noble attainment and the depths of depravity.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

Something touched me deep inside The day the music died.