Roger Rosenblatt Quotes

Death is mighty, and is no one's friend.

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

Death is the ultimate disappointment

When friends and lovers die and your world gets quieter; that's when the silence comes closer; that's when next isn't the least bit theoretical or abstract.

It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself.

Death is a fearful thing.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Absence and death are the same - only that in death there is no suffering.

When my father died, I was living in England. It was very traumatic that he died when I was away.

We die as often as we lose a friend.

Death's in the good-bye.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

When the people you love are gone, you're alone.

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

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.

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground Look over yonder to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.

There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair.