Each loved one went silently down; bubbles bursting…

Examine everything that you've been taught, not simply what you've been taught in school, but the images that have been held up to you…

— Frederick Lenz

There's something really unnatural about losing a child, and there's something unnatural about having to write an elegy for your child, but I felt…

— Edward Hirsch

I can’t talk about my books. I have written them and tried to forget them. I have written once, and readers have read me…

— Jorge Luis Borges

I want my images to achieve two things in this regard - to be an elegy to a world that is tragically vanishing, to…

— Nick Brandt

“It's really over." He put his arms around her, pulling her to him. "Now just as long as you don't get tangled up with…

— Amanda Hocking

The elegy does the work of mourning; it allows us to experience mortality. It turns loss into remembrance, and it delivers an inheritance.

— Edward Hirsch

Travel is a caprice in childhood, a passion in youth, a necessity in manhood, and an elegy in old age.

— Jose Rizal

“How the time passed away, slipped into nightfall as if it had never been!”

— Anonymous

When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.

— Ovid

We should write an elegy for every day that has slipped through our lives unnoticed and unappreciated. Better still, we should write a song…

— Sarah Ban Breathnach

“We pass and leave you lying. No need for rhetoric, for funeral music, for melancholy bugle-calls. No need for tears now, no need for…

— Richard Aldington

ELEGY, n. A composition in verse, in which, without employing any of the methods of humor, the writer aims to produce in the reader's…

— Ambrose Bierce

My images are unashamedly idyllic and romantic, a kind of enchanted Africa. They're my elegy to a world that is steadily, tragically vanishing.

— Nick Brandt

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

— James Joyce

“Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awaken’d from the dream of life; ’Tis we, who lost in stormy…

— Cassandra Clare