"Only go so far to bury them."
My Chemical Romance, I never told you what I do for a living

"Can you hear me?
Are you near me?"
My Chemical Romance, Helena

"I miss you, I miss you so far."
My Chemical Romance, Cementary drive

"Alone you find yourself just hanging,
and to fill the hole you cling to all that seem,
to hide the little girl that crying,
underneath the rage that you let others see.

'Cause you're dancing dirt into the snow
while others look at you on show.
You're dancing dirt into the snow
while all around you people grow
And watch you bleed.
And watch you bleed.
(...)
The more you push through broken glass, the thicker it becomes.
And the more you turn on broken worlds, the sooner you will need
A gun."
Missy Higgins, Dancing dirt into the snow

"From the first time I laid my eyes on you
I felt joy of living
I saw heaven in your eyes
in your eyes
I wish you were here
Don't you know the snow is getting colder?
And I miss you like hell
And I'm feeling blue"
Nightwish, Wish you were here

"Mientras la muchedumbre pasa, yo observo que, aunque ella no mira el cielo, el cielo la mira.
Sobre su masa indiferente y oscura, como tierra del surco, algo desciende de lo alto. La vibración de las entrellas se parece al movimiento de unas manos de sembrador."
José Enrique Rodó, Ariel.

"I have dreamed of you so much
You are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to touch
Your breathing body,
To kiss your mouth
And make your voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much
There's no more time for me to wake up.
I have dreamed of you so much,
Have walked so much, talked so much,
Slept so much with your phantom,
The only thing left for me
Is to become a phantom among phantoms,
A shadow a hundred times more shadow
Than the shadow that moves and goes on moving,
Brightly, over the sundial of your life."
Sophie Auster, The last poem.

" Close your eyes and look at me.
Lock the door and you'll be free.
Dreams can be re-al-i-ty,
If you live your dream with me.
Wave good-bye to what you are.
What you want is not so far.
Life is short and life is long,
If you let me sing this song.
Give away your eyes to me,
I'll show you things you couldn't see.
Rain will fall, the sun will shine,
If I'm yours and you are mine.
Love me now and love me true,
Dream with me, I'll dream with you.
You'll find the thing you couldn't be,
If you stop and look at me."
Sophie Auster, Close your eyes.

"La muerte lo sabe todo a nuestro respecto, y quizá por eso sea triste. Si es cierto que nunca sonrie es porque le faltan los labios, y esta lección anatómica nos dice que, al contrario de lo que los vivos creen, la sonrisa no es una cuestión de dientes. Habrá quien diga, con humor menos macabro que de mal gusto, que lleva cincelada una especie de sonrisa permanente, pero eso no es verdad, lo que salta a la vista es una mueca de sufrimiento, porque el recuerdo del tiempo en que tenía boca, y la boca lengua, y la lengua saliva, le persigue continuamente."
José Saramago, Las intermitencias de la muerte (pag 181-182)