Quotes About Grave

'Tis the night — the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they — it is they.

Tis the night—the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without, The wild winds shout, But no, it is they—it is they!

Every church is a stone on the grave of a god-man: it does not want him to rise up again under any circumstances.

I wanted to have a house near his grave, and that's exactly what I did get. When I woke up in the morning, I would open my window and look out upon Holy Trinity Church, where Shakespeare's grave is. Not once did it fail to move me.

The credit which the apparent conformity with recognized scientific standards can gain for seemingly simple but false theories may, as the present instance shows, have grave consequences.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!

Looking for a place to rest, he spotted an old churchyard and decided to stretch himself out on the steps. Pitamber planted himself down on a large stone slab and then, discovering it was a gravestone, got up in a hurry and joined Rusty on the steps. 'Is it unlucky to sit on a grave?' he asked, for he was of a superstitious nature. 'I don't think so,' said Rusty. 'The dead could probably do with a little company.

The received truth of history is shot through and falsified by unknown secrets carried to the grave.

Here in Manto's own words that he wanted to mark his grave with: "In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful Here lies Saadat Hasan Manto and with him lie buried all the secrets and mysteries of the art of short-story writing.... Under tons of earth he lies, still wondering who among the two is greater short-story writer: God or He.

If the body is at a certain level of alertness and awareness you will see that once it is well rested, it will awaken—that is, if it is eager to come to life. If it is somehow trying to use the bed as a grave, then it is a problem. Keep the body in such a way that it is not longing to avoid or escape life. Maintain it in such a way that it is longing to come awake.

Even such is time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age, and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days. And from which earth and grave and dust, The Lord will raise me up I trust. —Sir Walter Ralegh's poetry

Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave - The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat - It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat

I shiver: whose feet are walking on my grave? Time, I plead to the air, just a little more time. That's all I need.

Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave. SONG OF SOLOMON 8:6

Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed.

He wasn't a living thing. He was a monster. A vampire was what he was, a blood-sucking corpse from the grave gifted with intellect!

Slowly, I managed to rise from this cold and handsome grave which I had fashioned for myself, and I did at last, after great effort, sit on the cold marble floor, seeing the glint of golden walls through a bit of light that seeped into the chamber around the edges of the upper door.

I don't find life unbearably grave. I find it almost intolerably frivolous.

Is not short paine well borne, that brings long ease,And layes the soul to sleepe in quiet grave?Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas,Ease after warre, death after life does greatly please.

Each of our temples is an expression of our testimony that life beyond the grave is as real and as certain as is our life here on earth.

A little rule, a little sway,A sunbeam in a winter's day,Is all the proud and mighty haveBetween the cradle and the grave.