“Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then.” MenStillsRealDiesFatherMemoriesForeverGreenFleshBelovedValleys Author:Irving Pichel
“No matter how successful, beloved, influential her work was, when a woman author dies, nine times out of ten, she gets dropped from the lists, the courses, the anthologies, while the men get kept. ... If she had the nerve to have children, her chances of getting dropped are higher still. ... So if you want your writing to be taken seriously, don't marry and have kids, and above all, don't die. But if you have to die, commit suicide. They approve of that.” IfsMenWantWritingChildrenStillsMatterKidsDiesCoursesChanceSuccessfulTakenHe ManHigherTenSuicideListsNineCommitBelovedNervesInfluentialAnthology Author:Ursula K. Le Guin
“To hold happiness is to hold the understanding that the world passes away from us, that the petals fall and the beloved dies. No amount of mockery, no amount of fashionable scowling will keep any of us from knowing and savoring the pleasure of the sun on our faces or save us from the adult understanding that it cannot last forever.” WorldLastsFacesDiesFallUnderstandingPleasureSunForeverKnowingAmountAdultsBelovedFashionablePassing AwayMockeryPetalsSavoring Author:Amy Bloom
“Blood Dazzler is Patricia Smith's impassioned lyric chronicle of a beloved city in peril, a city whose people were left to die before us all, a people who were the heart of our country and lifeblood of our culture. After rising water, winds and abandonment, after our failure and neglect, comes this symphony of utterance from the ruins: many-voiced, poignant, sorrowful and fierce. This is poetry taking the full measure of its task.” PeopleHeartCountryDiesCultureLeftWaterCitiesBloodWindTasksOur CountryRuinsBelovedRisingNeglectFiercePerilAbandonmentSymphonyUtterancePoignantChroniclesSorrowfulImpassioned Author:Carolyn Forche
“We must all die. There's nothing terrible about death. But to live on after death, a soul, earthbound, a vampire--you don't wish any such fate for your beloved.” SoulDeathDiesWishFateTerribleVampireBelovedAfter Death Author:Guy Endore
“I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fadeand flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.” HeartMayDiesStarsWhiteSeaSadnessSkyLowsBirdBlueLongingBelovedFlamesTwilightHungTireDissatisfactionFoamRimsMeteorsWhite Birds Book:Early Poems Source: Early Poems