Quotes About Grave

But it's a house, not a tombstone

During times of peace, the sons bury their fathers, but in war it is the fathers who send their sons to the grave. —HERODOTUS, THE HISTORY

Siempre recordaré que estuve en tus brazos frente a una antigua sepultura, en una mañana como ésta. Es muy extraño que una tumba cree un recuerdo.

This power of awakening a world of grave and sweet and tender memories by a familiar and sometimes lively ditty, is the privilege of those popular songs which are the superstitions of music, — if we may use the word "superstition" as signifying all that remains after the ruin of a people, all that survives their revolutions.

Maybe all art is such a re-call, a call beyond the grave.

Skinwalkers are purely evil in intent. I'm no expert on it, but the general view is that skinwalkers do all sorts of terrible things—they make people sick, they commit murders. They are grave robbers and necrophiliacs.

Tattoo the pristine flesh What is permanent anyway? This ink only lasts 'til the grave, Time will decompose That which we did compose.

He's dead, Walt. Like you always say, 'Buried in a shallow grave and shit off a cliff by a coyote.

For Earth is but a tombstone

Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall ye flee away and be at rest! The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, Mankind their country — Israel but the grave!

Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you? Butters replied. I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There's snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That's like asking for an ironically broken neck.

It was the same thing, resting in my grave. Peace. I wasn't going anywhere and it made me happy. If only I'd brought a book, my day would have been perfect.

You can walk into your room after walking out through the door, but you cannot come out of your grave after being buried into the soil.

Life is a Treasure Hunt and we all have the key to it. Unfortunately, many of us don't unlock it, but take the key to our grave.

Don't let your habit follow you to bed, or it will follow you to the grave.

One rational voice is dumb: over a graveThe household of Impulse mourns one dearly loved.Sad is Eros, builder of cities,And weeping anarchic Aphrodite.

England,' 'La France,' 'Das Reich;' their words Are like the names of extinct birds Or peasant-women's quaint old charms For bringing lovers to their arms, Which would be only pretty save That they bring thousands to their grave.

They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and soar away, light spirits at the end.

There is only one belief that can rob death of its sting and the grave of its victory. For without that you cannot be born again.

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.

There's no repentance in the grave.

In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.

The detail, the immensity of the detail, the force of the detail, the weight of the detail—the rich endlessness of detail surrounding you in your young life like the six feet of dirt that'll be packed on your grave when you're dead.

This is George, my beloved George. D'you think I want to go to my grave knowing that at the moment of his trial he looked around and saw no one lift a finger for him? If it is the death of me, I shall go to him. Go then, he said. Kiss our baby good-bye before you go, and Henry. I shall tell Catherine that you left your blessing for her. And kiss me farewell. For if you go into that courtroom you will never come out alive.