Madame Bovary

"She had finished at last, she thought, with all things treacherous and base, with all the lusts of the flesh that had tortured her. She hated no one, now. A vague twilight was lowering upon her spirit, and, of all earthly sounds, Emma heard only the intermittent lamentation of that poor heart of hers, a lamentation soft and indistinct, like the last echo of a symphony dying away in the distance".
(Gustave Flaubert:  Madame Bovary)

Ophelia

"To die, to sleep—

No more—and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished!"
(William Shakespeare: Hamlet)

Eurydice

"Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment.
Her sex had closed.
She was already root."
(Rainer Maria Rilke: Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes)