Nietzsche On Tragedy Novels & Stories

he asked, amused. "Quite so," she answered without hesitation. "You are like one of Lord Byron's heroes." He arched a brow at her. "Aren't they all rather tragic?" "Well, yes, but only because he wrote them so. It doesn't mean a hero has to be tragic." "Don't they?" he challenged. "A good hero must sacrifice something in order to be a hero. Doesn't that by nature make them tragic?" He was surprised by how much he was enjoying sparring with her verbally, and he wondered if she could refute that argument.

Nothing. He destroyed himself. Publicly. Like he wanted. And I don’t know if that’s justice or tragedy. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe it’s just Ethan being Ethan. Self-destructive to the end.

“Now that was a cool film.” “Agreed, but the original Greek play was a hundred times more hardcore than anything Ray Harryhausen came up with. Tragedy has the same themes as horror, they’re all about what happens when you challenge the natural order, or societal norms, or whatever. It always goes tits up, whether you’re Doctor Faustus summoning demons or Mocata in The Devil Rides Out.” “They’re both pretty fatalistic aren’t they, tragedy and horror I mean.” “Yes, horror is the only modern genre that’s as fatalistic as classical tragedy. But one is considered by critics to be the pinnacle of fiction and the other is considered the nadir.”

I didn't realize that tears were trailing down my cheeks until I felt Hunter's fingers wipe them away. "What happened to your mother, and what happened to Megan, it was horrible. And if I could, I'd take all that pain away, but I can't. But that's the thing Scarlett, tragedies happen, they're a bitter part of life and you can't do anything about it. But what you can do is choose not to let tragedy control your life." His eyes locked with mine, swimming with a hundred different emotions. "You see, it's important to be shaped by tragedy but never let tragedy define you. That's the only way we can be the best version of ourselves."

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

How cute. "I guess what I mean is that I've been so used to running away and avoiding everyone I figured you looked like you'd be the perfect anchor for someone as fucked up like me." He’s silent before his sigh rings through the phone. "There's a lot you're not telling isn't there." "Everyone has graveyards in their closets sadly." "I'm sure there's a way to change your path Atlas." "I have thought of the possibility, but it seems like all great tragedies are destined from the beginning. Therefore, no matter how many times you change direction, you are bound to hit that wall sooner or later." The pause this time was uncomfortable and a soft rustling told me he'd sat up.

Chapter 31: Tragedy (Part 1) "The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives." -Albert Schweitzer ************** |Nate| The water lapped at my feet as I stood at the edge of the sea shore. The sky was dark, but the whole beach was illuminated by an ethereal glow. The warm wind whipped through my hair. The whole area seemed to be deserted and for some reason, I didn't mind at all. Everything was so serene, I'd never experienced peace like this before. Everything seemed too vivid and beautiful to be real.

he countered, "but that is... what's the human expression? Next to the point?" "Beside the point," I ground out. "Yes!" Uisdean smiled in delight. "Words again, so lovely. It is beside the point because Nietzsche was a poet and also a composer." "What?" I blinked; totally unprepared for this fairy to know more than I did about a human. "I don't believe Nietzsche would be as offended by our feast as you are," Uisdean mused. "I think he would agree with me when I say; you're letting your slave morality cloud your reason."

“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not in existence. Take air for example or love." “The fact that you bring up love in every argument says a lot about you.” “There are no absolute truths, Aiden. Only perspectives.” He shot me a doubtful look. “Whose words are those?” “Nietzsche.” “I married a philosopher.” I smoothed the satin of my dress, thinking of the books I had devoured over the last few weeks. “The least I could do before saying ‘I do’ was try to understand how your mind works.” “I don’t have a moral code. That’s the point of my beliefs.”