If fervent memory could raise the dead, she would be our…

Be forever dead in Eurydice-more gladly arise into the seamless life proclaimed in your song. Here, in the realm of decline, among momentary days,…

— Rainer Maria Rilke

“We are each what never leaves us, what we never see the back of is the self. But what loves us is at the…

— Christina Davis

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

— Ovid

“Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can't see anything else of her, much less…

— Kathy Acker

“INTENSE SEXUAL DESIRE IS THE GREATEST THING IN THE WORLD Janey dreams of cocks. Janey sees cocks instead of objects. Janey has to fuck.…

— Kathy Acker

“Perhaps he makes a choice. He chooses the memory of her. That’s why he turns. He doesn’t make the lover’s choice, but the poet’s.”

— Céline Sciamma

Happiness is indeed a Eurydice, vanishing as soon as gazed upon. It can exist only in acceptance, and succumbs as soon as it is…

— Denis de Rougemont

“I want to be your Eurydice, if you'll let me.”

— J.A. Redmerski

“Every angel is terrifying. Through the darkness, they move silently... I will go down into death with you. I must go where I must…

— Kathy Acker

Miserable Orpheus who, turning to lose his Eurydice, beholds her for the first time as well as the last.

— Cyril Connolly

Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love…

— Emily Dickinson

Colour can raise the dead.

— Iris Apfel

Love can do all but raise the Dead.

— Emily Dickinson

“Sorry,” said Mik. “I think you neutralized our capacity for surprise. You should have started with that, and *then* told us you raise the…

— Laini Taylor

“With the Cauldron, you could do other things than raise the dead. You could destroy the wall.”

— Sarah J. Maas