Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
From the 'Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam'
I recall a place
Where a plum-tree grew;
There you lifted up your face,
And blossoms covered you.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Give sorrow words. The grief that does
not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
William Shakespeare "Macbeth"
When he shall die Take him and cut him
in little stars
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
William Shakespeare "Romeo and Juliet"
Biography is to give a man some kind of
shape after his death.
Virginia Woolf
... To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there 's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life ...
William Shakespeare "Hamlet"
He who has gone, so we but cherish his
memory,
abides with us, more potent, nay,
more present than the living man.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Death is but crossing the world, as
friends do the seas;
they live in one another still.
William Penn "Some Fruits of Solitude"
He spake well who said that graves are
the footprints of angels.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the stars is written the death of
every man.
Geoffrey Chaucer
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality.
Emily Dickinson
When someone you love becomes a memory,
the memory becomes a treasure.
author unknown
