Quote by Paul B. Janeczko

“So this wonderful city Has only dead ashes for me.”

— John Galsworthy

“Sarah shifted on the bench. I worried she was winding up to say something, that Sky would start humming now, that the fright spring-coiled…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, what the hell did that mean anyway? Was it supposed to be a consoling thought, understanding her mother…

— Anonymous

“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”

— Madeline Miller

“With her, and only with her, the dead in me is alive.”

— Becca Ritchie

“As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.”

— Thomas Pynchon

“daughter’s death had loosed something in Sara, a savage kind of grief that burned onto the canvas.”

— Dominic Smith

“She’s dead. She’s dead.”

— Karen Russell

“One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.”

— William Shakespeare

“She'd bottled herself up like a person already cremated.”

— Bette Lee Crosby

“She lit my soul and inhaled deeply Flicking my ashes occasionally.”

— Henry Rollins

“Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit suffused with its own mystery and sweetness, she was filled with her vast death, which…

— Rainer Maria Rilke