Quotes About Hearse

The children of Qunu stood for hours on the side of a brand new stretch of highway as they waited for the hearse carrying Nelson Mandela to come into view.

The hearse is at the door, sir.

But most through midnight streets I hearHow the youthful harlot's curseBlasts the newborn infant's tearAnd blights with plagues the marriage hearse.

I got bored, " he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

I once got sacked for laughing ... mind you, I was driving a hearse at the time.

the very next morning at daylight such parties are sure to be found lying up some back alley, contentedly waiting for the hearse.

In a perfect example of most magician's dreary style, each and every vehicle was big, black and shiny. Even the smallest looked as if it wanted to be a hearse when it grew up.

What a pity that the only way to heaven is in a hearse.

Did you ever, think when the hearse passes by, that someday in it you will lie?

He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.

Why is there always a secret singingWhen a lawyer cashes in?Why does a hearse horse snickerHauling a lawyer away?

RedeemThe time. RedeemThe unread vision in the higher dreamWhile jeweled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.

After a few miles, the hearse led the small processional down a bumpy, unpaved road. The jostling unlocked something in Roy Senior, who said, "I love Olive in ways

But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

Today, a couple with 'just married' tags collided head-on with a hearse carrying two coffins in the back, both of a married couple that had previouslydied in a car accident.

I got bored," he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

Fate Eve said with a sigh I'm not sure fate had to burn up your car to get the point across, Shane said, buckling his own seatbelt. No, not that. The hearse. I'm going to name it Fate. Shane stared at Eve for a long, long few seconds, then slowly shook his head. Have you considered medication, or- She flipped him off. Ah. Back to normal. Excellent.

wouldn't that be ironic—run down by a hearse? God knows, life is often ironic in a way it's never shown on television.

There was one thing more he wanted from this funeral. He wanted to see the hearse pass by again, the body tilted for viewing, a digital corpse, a loop, a replication. It did not seem right that the hearse had come and gone. He wanted it to reappear at intervals, proud body open to the night, to replenish the sorrow and wonder of the crowd.

I looked around out the driver's window of the hearse. It was Stills! We got out and hugged right there on Sunset Boulevard in the middle of traffic. Horns were honking! To us it seemed like everybody was celebrating! Something was happening, but we didn't know what it was. It was fucking Buffalo Springfield, that's what it was.