To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Anytime I sing the anthem, it is an honor and my heart beats out of my chest.
I've a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.
For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.
I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.
Love is the funeral of hearts.
You should always go to other people's funerals; otherwise, they won't come to yours.
Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't come to yours.