Grandfather, you were the pillar of fire in front of the camp and now we are left in the camp alone, in the dark; and we are so cold and so sad.
(Noa Ben-Artzi Philosof (b. 1978), Israeli student, granddaughter of Yitzak Rabin. (November 7, 1995). Spoken at Rabin's funeral, November 6, 1995, New York Times, p. A11.
Rabin, Israel's prime minister, had been assassinated two days earlier.)
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
(F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author, and Zelda Fitzgerald (1900-1948), U.S. writer. First published in Esquire (New York, June 1934). "Show Mr. and Mrs. F to Number," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).)
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors.... If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.
(Jean Anouilh (1910-1987), French playwright. Araminthe, in Cécile.)
The Irish are often nervous about having the appropriate face for the occasion. They have to be happy at weddings, which is a strain, so they get depressed; they have to be sad at funerals, which is easy, so they get happy.
(Peggy Noonan (b. 1950), U.S. author, presidential speechwriter. What I Saw at the Revolution, ch. 13 (1990).)