Jonathan Swift Quotes

A terrific sadness swept over Jerry. As if somebody had died. The way he felt standing in the cemetry that day they buried his mother. And nothing you could do about it.

Death was a big part of my life growing up. I went to lots of funerals.

Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.

Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.

Death always leaves one singer to mourn.

I hate funerals. They aren't for the guy who's dead. They're for the guys who are left alive and enjoy mourning.

Funerals...are for the living.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

I am not sad, but I am melancholic. When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

My sister died in Brooklyn.

During my grandma's funeral, I looked over once and saw my mom crying, and I felt so bad for her.

When anyone dies, it's sad.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.

My best girl is dead.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I didn't want to see his parents sink to their knees in the dew-wet grass and moan in pain.

When you attend a funeral, It is sad to think that sooner o' Later those you love will do the same for you. And you may have thought it tragic, Not to mention other adjec- Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do. (But don't you worry.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

I have to say that since my mother died, I am not the same person anymore. My life has changed a great deal because it's really unbearable to think you can't see her anymore or talk to her anymore.