“The priest was a friends and a cheerful sight, but the undertaker and his helpers, hiding behind their limousines, were not, and aren’t they at the root of most of our troubles with their claim that death is a violet-flavored kiss? How can a people who do not mean to understand death hope to understand love and who will sound the alarm”
I like this quotes because it went to the root of thing, simple and staight. It was about living, and dieing. People get in the their daily rutines and have to stand back and de-personalize things making it difficult to then personalize things when they are living. The undertaker and “his helpers” are just their doing their jobs but they forget that someone really died and that people are really affected by it. And when they go home they can’t re-attach to things and they cant love easily. Death is such a casual part of their lives that it has lost its importants to them, which makes the writer question weather they can really understand love.