Gene Fowler Quotes

When you love something, it never goes away.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.

It's too late to fall in love with Sharon Tate / But it's too soon to ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb.

In the end, all you want is someone to long for you when it comes time to put you in the ground.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.

But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come. 'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.

People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.

Promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever. But if God forbid Fate should step in and force us into a goodbye. If you have children someday, when they point to the pictures please tell them my name. Tell them how the crowd went wild, tell them how I hope they shine.

We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.

The point is, as death gets closer - what's so wrong with wanting someone you love to live forever?

Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabies go on and on / They never die, that's how you and I will be

What does one do about the dead? They live forever.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

Now more than ever, I have learned that, when people die, they truly do live throughout those who love them.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

The paradox is, I can't miss the good things about my father while he is alive, but I will of course miss him... when he is dead.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

When I am dead and opened, you shall find Calais lying in my heart.

A diary is a way of hedging one’s bets against death.