#funeral

I shall never forget the despair and agony on the parents' faces on the awful day of the funeral when the 13 little children, victims not only of John D. Rockefeller, but of the government of the state of Colorado were buried. ↗

— Ella R. Bloor

#awful #buried #children #colorado #day

When I was 7 years old, I put on shows for everyone at my grandpa's funeral. I was always the little entertainer. ↗

— Natalie Portman

#entertainer #everyone #funeral #grandpa #i

A funeral eulogy is a belated plea for the defense delivered after the evidence is all in. ↗

— Irvin S. Cobb

#belated #defense #delivered #eulogy #evidence

I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#bruce-wayne-funeral #gordon #the-dark-knight-rises #beauty

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 sky, I think that's rather beautiful now. And I wish Tess could be up in the sky. Somewhere with color and light and air. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#funeral #beauty

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths. ↗

— Tennessee Williams

#funerals #death

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#casket #death #funeral #heart #loss

I remember I laughed so hard I cried. But my response was half appropriate, because I was at a funeral. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#cry #crying #death #funeral #inappropriate

Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#funeral #sadness #death

Everyone was eating, talking softly, glancing at me, hugging me, eating. It was as if someone had turned the volume down. Everything looked normal, but the sound was muted. Death did this, set all this weirdness in motion, made people appear out of nowhere carrying casseroles, saying 'I'm sorry' over and over, death muffled their voices. ↗

— Joan Abelove

#funerals #grief #grieving #death