She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people.
Tin Tabernacle, Cambridge Avenue, Kilburn, Brent, NW6
It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.
From Carson McCullers’ The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (1940)
The wind merges into the wind. The light blends into the light. The dust becomes one with the dust.
Gurdwara Sri Guru Singh Sabha, Havelock Road, Southall, Middlesex, UB2
What support is there for the one who is lamenting? Who has died? O, who has died?
From the Guru Granth Sahib
Hearing these answers,
the deva was overflowing with joy.
Battersea Peace Pagoda, Battersea Park, Wandsworth, SW11
Then clasping hands, bowed down in respect and
disappeared suddenly from the presence of the Buddha.
From Paul Carus’ The Gospel of Buddha (1894)