Aeschylus Quotes

I'm more interested in the meaning of funerals and the mourning that people do. It's not a retail experience. It's an existential one.

Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I can not refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the alter of freedom.

And when the war is done and youth stone dead I'd toddle safely home and die—in bed.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

A loss, but who still mourns the breath of one woman, or laments one wife? Though my heart never can forget, how, for one look, she gave up her life.

It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.

I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.

I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.

I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.

Death has a tendency to encourage a depressing view of war.

Blood and death. That moves me.

Words do not pay for my dead people.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

Do not feel sorry for me if I am gone.

And the blood of brave men was shed like unto the shedding of rain from a black cloud.

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

The elegy does the work of mourning; it allows us to experience mortality. It turns loss into remembrance, and it delivers an inheritance.

After that I could never pass a dead man without stopping to gaze on his face, stripped by death of that earthly patina which masks the living soul. And I would ask, who were you? Where was your home? Who is mourning for you now?

Previous generations understood about death, and undoubtedly would have seen a reasonable amount of death. Once you get into the Victorian era, you might well have seen the funerals of many of your siblings before you were very old.

War is about dead people.

For a culture that has such a problem with death, we seem to deal with it in a quite bizarre way. We see people shot, killed and blown up, and we find it funny and sexy and all those things. But, the reality of it is that every day people die, and people are really sad and they grieve and they go through a really difficult process with it.

My younger brother's death in Vietnam was both sobering and cause for reflection. In 'Fallen Angels' I wanted to dispel the notion of war as either romantic or simplistically heroic.

My sister died in Brooklyn.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

I held 18, 19, or 20-year-old men in my arms, and I heard their last words, and I saw them take their last breath.