Black Funeral Quotes

#1. Black funeral dress. Black heels. Black headband in my hair. Death has a style all it's own. I'm glad I don't have to wear it very often.

Courtney C. Stevens

#2. The tea tasted like a clear dark dripping from the past. My grandmother came back with it, in crisp black funeral silks,

Ross Macdonald

#3. What you need is one black dress I call Plan B. It doesn't have to be fabulous, it just looks good, covers up the problems and is neutral enough for dinner, business, a date, a funeral. You don't overwear it, you don't overwash it, because the Plan B is - gold.

Salma Hayek

#4. Western funerals: black hearses, and black horses, and fast-fading flowers. Why should black be the colour of death? Why not the colours of a sunset?

Daniele Vare

#5. It is these black clothes," said Strange. "I am like a leftover piece of funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening people into thinking of their own mortality.

Susanna Clarke

#6. He wore black breeches, a black doublet, and a black mask adorned with silver. How fitting that he was already dressed in mourning clothes for his own funeral.

Victoria Roberts

#7. A black suit always goes well at a funeral.

Allan Dare Pearce

#8. The wheel of Time wrote the first half of the poetry of mass destruction on the black board of the ashes of a funeral ground by dint of a pair of pens of nuclear bombs.

Manmohan Acharya

#9. His pear-shaped head, I could now see, was situated on top of a pear-shaped body, which his black gown caused to resemble a piece of fruit going to a funeral.

Clive James

#10. I've been a fascinated observer of grand public funerals since I was a kid, starting with the life-altering black-and-white images of President John F. Kennedy's funeral.

David Horsey

#11. Their attention was focused on the strange kid who wore black eyeliner and dressed as if every day was a funeral.

Caroline Mitchell

#12. All the hovering angels were gone. He thought maybe there had been a funeral. Someone had died. Everything was black - the sky, the clothes he was wearing, his heart.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#13. Today we know with certainty that segregation is dead. The only question remaining is how costly will be the funeral.

Martin Luther King Jr.

#14. We stand in black to watch this rite performed, the body in the box, the box in the hole, the dirt on the box.

Johnny Rich

#15. We looked as if we'd been cobbled together in Photoshop, the three of us, walking to my husband's funeral. One white middle-class mother, one skinny black refugee girl, and one small Dark Knight from Gotham City.

Chris Cleave

#16. Ana was the original sad girl. She held the unofficial title long before her death. We all became sad girls after that. At her funeral, everyone wore black because it was customary and because it was the color that best defined Ana.

Lang Leav

#17. It was a haunting tune, unresigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind and say goodbye.

Kristin Cashore

#18. Behold a marine, such a man as an American government can make, or such as it can make a man with its black arts, a mere shadow and reminiscence of humanity, a man laid out alive and standing, and already, as one may say, buried under arms with funeral accompaniments,

Henry David Thoreau

#19. He wore a gleaming top hat. He had a pomaded, uptwirled black moustache. He looked like a first-class funeral.

Joseph Roth

#20. There was some banging around in the hall, and Aunt Prue appeared in the doorway in an equally large and disturbing hat. This one was black, with a wraparound veil that made Aunt Prue look like the mother of a mob boss at his funeral.

Kami Garcia