A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. – The Collected Later Poems of William Carlos Williams
A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man. – E. M. Forster
She still talks to me now, only now she talks to me in my dreams. And I cant wait to go to sleep tonight because we have a lot to talk about. I love you. – Jamie Foxx
