Quotes on Love Death

My feeling is that poetry will wither on the vine if you don't regularly come back to the simplest fundamentals of the poem: rhythm, rhyme, simple subjects - love, death, war.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Grace is what matters. In anything. Especially life, especially growth, tragedy, pain, love, death. About people, that's what matters. That's a quality I admire very greatly. It keeps you from reaching for the gun too quickly; it keeps you from destroying things too foolishly; it sort of keeps you alive and keeps you open for more understanding.

Sex without love is an empty experience, but as empty experiences go, it's one of the best.

There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?

There are no mistakes, no coincidences; all events are blessings given to us to learn from.

I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, of even the birds of Bear River. My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to find refuge in change.

And because I love this life_x000D_ _x000D_ I know I shall love death as well_x000D_ _x000D_ The child cries out when_x000D_ _x000D_ From the right breast the mother_x000D_ _x000D_ Takes it away, in the very next moment_x000D_ _x000D_ To find in the left one_x000D_ _x000D_ Its consolation.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth - and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, we will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.

I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.

Feminist art... will take the great human themes – love, death, heroism, suffering, history itself – and render them fully human.

Not even old age knows how to love death.

Culture is the intersection of people and life itself. Its how we deal with life, love, death, birth, disappointment... all of that is expressed in culture.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

I am not afraid of death. I just don't want to be there when it happens.

Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.