Quotes About Buried

So black is my heart for it is buried in the fiery chasm of untameable passion. It beats in the dark recesses of unquenchable thirst for love and desire from which there is no return...

We all have a secret buried under lock and key in the attic of our soul

The memories we bury under mountains of silence are the ones that never stop haunting us.

No sabía entonces que el océano del tiempo tarde o temprano nos devuelve los recuerdos que enterramos en él

Los recuerdos que uno entierra en el silencio son los que nunca dejan de perseguirle.

Nie wiedziaÅ'em wówczas, ?e ocean czasu – chcemy czy nie – zawsze zwraca nam to, co w nim kiedyÅ› pogrzebaliÅ›my.

The memories we bury under mountains of silence are the ones that never stop haunting

Los recuerdos que uno entierra en el silencio son los que nunca dejan de perseguirlo

I ricordi che seppellisci nel silenzio sono quelli che non smettono mai di perseguitarti.

The burden of grief she had carried with her to the hillside earlier was gone, vanquished by the storm of his loving. She'd left it amid the fallen leaves of autumn, beneath the scattering of winter snow that covered three graves. She'd buried it beneath the frozen ground that held prisoner the body of the baby boy she'd borne and buried by herself.

Los muertos enterrados no me daban miedo. Los vivos y los no muertos eran mucho más peligrosos.

Weng lies in a hollow, buried among blocks of ice for millions of years. The roadsides favor promiscuity.

They tried sodium amytal on him three years ago trying to find out where he buried a Princeton student," Graham said. "He gave them a recipe for dip.

The reality of a person is a deep and hidden thing, buried not only in the invisible recesses of man's own metaphysical secrecy but in the secrecy of God Himself.

As she voiced all this out loud for the first time, she found a long-buried inner strength, and with it a conviction that her sanity and indeed her very survival depended on her walking away.

His hope wasn't lost, it was buried, and somehow Prudence Ryland made that old grave seem much more shallow than it once was.

There are things in the human mind that are not meant to be seen or touched, things seldom even acknowledged by our conscious selves. Fantasies, impulses, rages, hatreds, primitive instincts. They're buried deep, usually, and that's where they belong.

Human resources are like natural resources; they're often buried deep. You have to go looking for them, they're not just lying around on the surface.

Looking across this field, we see the scale of heroism and sacrifice. All who are buried here understood their duty. All stood to protect America. And all carried with them memories of a family that they hoped to keep safe by their sacrifice.

The tomb in which our king is buried is called . . . Saturn"*

septic tanks.

Todo el mundo tiene algún secreto. Como hace una ostra con un grano de arena, lo enterramos a gran profundidad en nuestro interior y lo cubrimos con capas opalescentes, como si eso pudiera curar nuestra herida mortal.

Paris is more than three thousand miles away, but the memories... One pops up, I push it away. But then another appears. I never know when one is going to jump out at me. They are buried everywhere, like a land mines.

Better keep such things decently buried.