The Theban Plays by Sophocles1986

Antigone:
All the pain I endured: how strange to discover that I long for those days of agony to return. Any anguish was bearable while I held my father in my arms. I would welcome such agony again. But now the darker cloak of death ever enfolds him with its mantle of earth. My love survives, even there in that darkness, among the dead. It lives!