Quotes About Buried

What's inside is inside for a reason. What's hidden is hidden for a reason. What's buried is buried for a reason.

She knew herself the heart of a king buried in a sepulchre (in the land of his love) while the body of the king is elsewhere. My heart lies buried in there like Coeur de Lion (or whoever it was) who had his heart buried at Havre (or wherever it was) and the rest of him buried somewhere else.

We may bury our soul's truth, but we can never really escape it.

My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.

At the human level, in Jungian terms – the Goddess whispers to a man's anima, his buried feminine aspect, and the God speaks out loud to his male emphasis; while the God whispers to a woman's buried male animus, and the Goddess speaks out loud to her female emphasis.

The race problem in the United States is the type of unpleasant problem which we would rather do without but which refuses to be buried.

The 60s passed and faded and I grew older, and in 1987 bought a house in upstate New York, and it turned out that John Brown was buried down the road from my house and that he had lived there longer than anywhere else and his house was still standing.

Ma che faccia che hai, sembri uno che ha un urgente bisogno di essere sepolto.

I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.

She is at rest. Peace, peace, she cannot hear, Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.

The initiative to undertake your most important duty in life is often buried beneath the accumulated debris of human habits.

Faey lived, for those who knew how to find her, within Ombria's past. Parts of the city's past lay within time's reach, beneath the streets in great old limestone tunnels: the hovels and mansions and sunken river that Ombria shrugged off like a forgotten skin, and buried beneath itself through the centuries.

What are the thorns really telling her? It's why she won't let us see them, why she clings to them--or they cling to her--as though she got herself buried in a bramble thicket and she can't get out and we can't get in to free her.

How comfortable to be dead and buried, with your virtues proclaimed upon the headstone of a nicely tended grave and all your faults forgotten.

FACT: In 1991, a document was locked in the safe of the director of the CIA. The document is still there today. Its cryptic text includes references to an ancient portal and an unknown location underground. The document also contains the phrase "It's buried out there somewhere.

Let us say that this, all of this, has a logic to it. We understand each other, don't we? Are we not, you and I, both of us spirits? Reader, do not ask me who at this very moment is dreaming you. Do not ask me when you are going to die. Do not ask me where the gold is buried.

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

So many important things pass quickly without being understood at the time. So many powerful moments are buried beneath the absurd

The debris that buried Steve saved his life as the plane's fuselage exploded

Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?

If you simply put your faith in Jesus coming down in flesh, through a human being, God becoming flesh living on the earth, dying on the cross for the sins of the world, being buried, and being raised from the dead – yours and mine and everybody else's problems will be solved.

There is a finely translated epigram in the greek anthology which admirably expresses this state of mind, this acceptance of loss as unatoned for, even tho the lost element might be one's self: 'A shipwrecked sailor, buried on this coast, bids you set sail. Full many a gallant bark, when we were lost, weathered the gal.

It occurred to me that I was suffering from the dizziness of contradictions: the only pleasure that remains once you've decided you know better than the world. Accepting contradictions means not believing any more in the primacy of "true feeling." Everything is true and simultaneously. It's why I hate Sam Shepard and all your True West stuff - it's like analysis, as if the riddle could be solved by digging up the buried child.

I saw nothing more now than the pallor of my face, with deep orbits, buried in the twilight, and my mouth filled with a silence which gently but surely stifles and destroys.