Edward Everett Quotes

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.

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

Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

If it were possible to cure evils by lamentation and to raise the dead with tears, then gold would be a less valuable thing than weeping.

If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.

My mother had just died, and I had to walk a long way behind her coffin, surrounded by thousands of people watching me while millions more did on television. I don't think any child should be asked to do that under any circumstances.

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!

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

There is no sound so terrible as a man's sorrow for his own death.

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

I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.

Low on his funeral couch he lies!

In rising sighs and falling tears.

Why are you weeping ? Did you imagine that I was immortal ?

Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.

Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption.

If a man will observe as he walks the streets, I believe he will find the merriest countenances in mourning coaches.

I know there will be no more tears in heaven.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing. And so, laughing and crying, we said good-bye to my grandmother. And when we said goodbye to one grandmother, we said good-bye to all of them. Each funeral was a funeral for all of us. We lived and died together. All of us laughed when they lowered my grandmother into the ground. And all of us laughed when they covered her with dirt. And all of us laughed as we walked and drove and rode our way back to our lonely, lonely houses.

Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.