Quotes About Buried

Acting has always been a way for me to express the emotions I had buried. If I hadn't acted, I would have gone insane. In my acting class, I could let out my real tears and everyone thought it was the character. But no, it was me.

There are millions of forgotten young men buried

unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth later in uglier ways.

Las emociones no expresadas nunca mueren. Son enterradas vivas y salen más tarde de peores formas».

Since I was dead — or worse than dead, buried alive in a body that might as well be a coffin except it denied me the pleasure of suffocation — I figured I should be allowed to grieve.

History was haunted by the ghosts of buried crimes, which required periodic exorcisms of truth. Actions had consequences. Will

Each reader is but one chapter in the life of a book, and unless he passes his knowledge on to others, it is as if he condemned the book to be buried alive.

Had I forgotten how to cry? Was that possible? In order to survive, I had long since buried my emotions.

The man is a monster. The worst I have ever seen, in fact, since I last looked in the mirror. The truth? I am rotting too. I am buried alive, and already rotting. If I was not such a coward I would kill myself, but I am, and so I must content myself with killing others in the hope that one day, if I can only wade deep enough in blood, I will come out clean.

I, the half-mad mourner of buried days

motives of people, she was inclined to credit any extraordinary happening attributed to the whimsical perambulations of the buried. The desperate squeakings about the old house on

Humor comes from the surprise release of some buried tension.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. —Sigmund Freud

She scrolled through page one, page two, page three—the way her brother had taught her. Sometimes the things you want to know are buried deep—fixers and hiders have gotten very good at burying bad press deep beyond where anyone has the attention span to look.

the fantasy, power, songfulness, beauty, and humor of the music itself has been not so much overlooked as rendered secondary to the discussion of it by experts. Instead of his reputation's creating curiosity about his work, his work has been buried by (and beneath) his reputation.

The story of Bert Berns lies buried under layers of history. Much of his music has gone unheard since its original release.

A longing for the dance stirs in the buried life.

This is the world: the lying likeness of Our strips of stuff that tatter as we move Loving and being loth; The dream that kicks the buried from their sack And lets their trash be honoured as the quick. This is the world. Have faith.

But the sadness was still there, underneath.

Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.

To rescue one phrase from oblivion? It's the most exciting thing, I can't tell you: it's like digging up one end of a buried wire and realizing that it's connected to someone eighteen centuries dead.

and gave orders that "should anything happen to her" after his death she should not be buried in the Mausoleum.

All the real secrets are buried, and only ghosts speak the truth.

I wanted to publish a book simply to be buried with it; that's all I wanted. I had no ambition beyond that.