Life Quote by Oscar Wilde

“She is at rest. Peace, peace, she cannot hear, Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.”

— Oscar Wilde

“Through the silence he could hear the wind moan across a future landscape, sharing Earth’s sorrow, unable to bind up her wounds.”

— P.S. Duffy

“If I could dwell where Israfel hath dwelt and he where I he might not sing so wildly well a mortal melody while a…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“Yesterday we buried the woman who raised me, tethering my heart strings to both heaven and earth.”

— Rose Chandler Johnson

“Her silence was often louder than her voice, but her laugh, touched everyone. I’ve seen it wake entire graveyards before, bringing lonely souls home,…

— Caroline White

“But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my…

— Laura Wiess

“This is a bright place, filled with frightened people, and fast hard things that hurt and wound. No matter. I swore I would remain…

— Neil Gaiman

“But of the heaven which is above the heavens, what earthly poet ever did or ever will sing worthily?”

— Plato

“Her mother had told her the mortal world was pocked with memorials and monuments to loss. They build with steel and stone and promise…

— Leigh Bardugo

“I hadn't understood funeral pyres before, but now I do. It's ghastly to burn someone you love but watching the smoke going into the…

— Rosamund Lupton

“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty…

— Andrew Marvell

“Now, finally, the earth was hers with no taint of Heaven.”

— Nevada Barr