Death Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at…

— Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be…

— Christina Rossetti

“Translating this to the spiritual regions as their wont is, the poets sang beautifully how roses fade and petals fall. The moment is brief…

— Virginia Woolf

“If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That…

— William Shakespeare

In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.

— William Shakespeare

“Roses, wild roses, everywhere! So plentiful were they, they were not only perfumed the air, they seemed to dye it a faint rose-hue. The…

— George MacDonald

“Two Songs For The World's End I Bombs ripen on the leafless tree under which the children play. And there my darling all alone…

— Judith Wright

“How is it that I am now so softly awakened, My leaves shaken down with music?― Darling, I love you. It is not your…

— Conrad Aiken

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of…

— Anonymous