Author: P.J Parrish

Cites

• Arthur Quiller-Couch (1)
  • IN: An Unquiet Grave (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For all the mad housewives who weren’t The wind doth blow today, my love, And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true-love; In cold grave she was lain. I’ll do as much for my true-love As any young man may; I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave For a twelvemonth and a day. The twelvemonth and a day being up, The dead began to speak: ‘Oh who sits weeping on my grave, and will not let me sleep?’
    FROM: The Unquiet Grave, (1910), Poem, UK
• William Shakespeare (1)
  • IN: Thicker Than Water (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? That parchment scribbled o’er should undo a man? Some say, the bee stings: but I say, ’tis the bee’s wax, for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
    FROM: King Henry VI, Part II., (1623), Play, UK
• Augusta Webster (1)
  • IN: Heart of Ice (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What love is now I know not; but I know I once loved much, and then there was no snow.
    FROM: The Snow Waste, (1866), Poem, UK
• Alfred Tennyson (1)
  • IN: The Little Death (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence-ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
    FROM: The Lotus Eaters, (1832), Poem, UK