Quotes About Coffin

IT SEEMED TO SVENKA that Dortlich's father was never going to die. The old man breathed and breathed, two years of breathing while the coffin draped with a tarpaulin waited on sawhorses in Svenka's cramped apartment. It took up most of the parlor. This occasioned a lot of griping by the woman living with Svenka, who pointed out that the coffin's rounded top prevented its use even as a sideboard.

I saw through a black veil of misery and remorse and indecision and fear; and there was a feeling as if I carried a small leaden coffin in the place of my heart.

I will be in my coffin before I will fight again under your command.

The priest read his thing. I didn't listen. There was the coffin. What had been Betty was in there. It was very hot. The sun came down in one yellow sheet. A fly circled around. Halfway through the halfway funeral two guys in working clothes came carrying my wreath. The roses were dead, dead and dying in the heat, and they leaned the thing up against a nearby tree. Near the end of the service my wreath leaned forward and fell flat on its face. Nobody picked it up. Then it was over.

There's a coffin in the back of the church as the wedding is going on ... Look, I'm a romantic. I like marriage...In the movies.

I am a worrier. I worry about the state of our country, of the world, of our species. Every day seems to deliver a new nail to hammer into our collective coffin.

The driver, a black silhouette upon his box, whipped up his bony horses. Icy silence in the coach. Marius, motionless, his body braced in the corner of the carriage, his head dropping down upon his breast, his arms hanging, his legs rigid, appeared to await nothing now but a coffin; Jean Valjean seemed made of shadow, and Javert of stone.

Supreme resources spring from extreme resolutions. To embark in death is sometimes the means of escaping a shipwreck; and the lid of the coffin becomes a plank of safety.

There was a coffin containing a body in the Petit-Picpus, and a coffin without a body in the Vaugirard cemetery, public order had no doubt been deeply disturbed thereby, but no one was aware of it.

She thought of herself wondering how he was going to breathe in the coffin and marveled at the stubbornness of mental habits.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

If the Arab Spring was a large nail in the coffin of al-Qaeda's ideology, the death of bin Laden was an equally large nail in the coffin of al-Qaeda the organization.

Maybe I'm dead. The thought is not as scary as it probably should be. I'm so calm, so comfortable. The coffin lining is soft beneath me, and it's fairly roomy; I'm touching the side with my right shoulder, but that's okay. I don't feel cramped. Of course, it's pitch-black, but that's strangely comforting. I roll over and realize there's a pillow under my head. How very nice of them to put a pillow in my coffin. Really thoughtful.

Why are they even here, Nath wonders, and when the service starts and they all crane their necks toward the coffin at the front, under the sassafras tree, he understands. They are drawn by the spectacle of sudden death.

The money opens many doors. That of the coffin, among other things. (L'argent ouvre de nombreuses portes. - Celle du cercueil, entre autres.)

The embalmer opened the coffin to check on the body. Lincoln's face was turning darker by the day, which the embalmers tried to conceal by coating the skin with chalk-white potions.

When the procession reached the other end of Pennsylvania Avenue, soldiers carried the flag-draped coffin up the steps of the Capitol. The crowds watched in silence as the soldiers carried the coffin inside and laid it upon a platform. It was left under the dome with a guard of soldiers keeping watch over the dead president.

It seems to me that everything in the light and air ought to be happy; / Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

seems to me that everything in the light and air ought to be happy; Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.

It is something they will see everywhere - a disregard for danger, a companionship with death. By the end of a year they will know it well: the antic bravado, the fatal games, the coffin shop beside the cantina, the sugar skulls on the frosted cake.

One night she dreamed and knew she was dreaming. She was lying on her back in a coffin, her limbs cold and very heavy. Gentle hands laid her there; a gentle voice whispered a promise. "Soon you shall be my companion and my helper," said the voice. "Flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin.

I don't know what to think of the coffin story. You have any more information on these coffins? Where they were originally purchased? What they look like? They're made of wood. About six foot long... If there's one thing I hate, it's a wise-ass bounty hunter. I showed him the picture. You're right, he said. They're made of wood, and they're about six foot long.

In the basement of Sydney's new house is a little room that is about the size and shape of a coffin.