Quotes About Grave

Gr?dinarului i s-a spus c? doar iarba va cre?te pe mormântul meu, iar prim?vara voi avea anemone. O s? vii odat? o s? culegi o anemon? ?i o s? te gânde?ti la mine. Ia-o ca un cuvânt de dragoste care a fost gândit dar nu a fost rostit niciodat?.

At the end of a criminal's life, it's always the small mistake, the coincidence, the lark. The time we got too comfortable, the time we slipped up, the time someone aimed a little to the left. I've heard Grandad's war stories a thousand times. How they finally got Mo. How Mandy almost got away. How Charlie fell. Birth to grave, we know it'll be us one day. Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

It was as if whatever demon possessed them, whatever force kept their corpses from the grave, had refined them in the blaze of its power, burning away their humanity to reveal something finer.

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

Our government leaders... have made many mistakes in the past when they have lost sight of the sacred American values rooted in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. We are at the brink of even graver mistakes and assaults on these values.

To be in something as iconic as a Dracula film, and to be playing Jessica van Helsing, who would have been Dracula's choice for a bride, through history and beyond the grave, was a thrill.

Jake, we've had nothing more than a polite conversation since I got back, and now, today, you kiss me like that? I tried to talk to you, Lori. You weren't having it. You don't get a pass, Jake. The last time we has a conversation that lasted more than a minute was over the grave of our daughter.

Most of the stuff I've done is quite serious, so I'm usually studious.

A mother's love is stronger than distance, more powerful than time and can transcend the grave.

True enough, order prevails.... What prevails is order without life. True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?

Another fact that allowed Fascism to gain power over men was their blindness. A man cannot believe that he is about to be destroyed. The optimism of people standing on the edge of the grave is astounding.

There's always an assumption of selflessness in planting a tree. You're supposed to think, while digging the hole, how far into the future the tree will grow and what shallow, unconvincing weeds we humans are in comparison. Standing by the young sprout, you're supposed to wonder who will see this tree when it's full-grown, and you're bound in duty to consider the serenity of your own grave.

Podéis creerlo, la tumba tiene más poder que los ojos de la amada. La tumba abierta con todos sus imanes. Y esto te lo digo a ti, a ti que cuando sonríes haces pensar en el comienzo del mundo.

a companion had seemed unnecessary fuel when her body still burned at the core, waiting to ignite. But now, with the wind blowing icicles through her [Kit] veins, it felt like she, too, was in the grave. All her nuclear energy had been snuffed like a match between the night's icy fingers.

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!

I only have the quite childish horror of the grave and of nothingness

And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.

Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral

that the ones who laugh the loudest and the most are usually the shallowest and the most foolish? And that the wisest are usually the gravest? Perhaps the wise are grave because they remember the grave.

Life ... is only heavy and none else; there is only the one trip, all heavy. Heavy that leads to the grave. For everyone and everything.

Into this wild abyss, The womb of nature and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the almighty maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild abyss the wary fiend Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while, Pondering his voyage . . .

I wondered whether, if Kierkegaard had been a Catholic, they would have made him a saint by now, and built a basilica over his grave. He would make a good patron saint of neurotics.