Christina Rossetti Quotes

When the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.

Now you may write the eulogy for my funeral.

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.

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.

Today we bury his remains in the earth as a seed of immortality. Our hearts are full of sadness, yet at the same time of joyful hope and profound gratitude.

My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.

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

Do not weep for me.

I've had various people close to me die, and I don't necessarily find the idea of death purely depressing.

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists. - "Indian Boy Love Song #1

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

Death makes sad stories of us all.

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

I am deeply saddened to hear the news of Dan's passing. He was a dear friend for many years. Dan & his music will live on in the great songs he shared with us all. My sincere condolences go out to Catherine and the entire Peek family. May he rest in peace.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

Death is a fearful thing.

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

Words do not pay for my dead people.