Quotes About Grave

I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see thee better for the years That hunch themselves between, The miner's lamp sufficient be To nullify the mine. And in the grave I see thee best— Its little panels be A-glow, all ruddy with the light I held so high for thee! What need of day to those whose dark Hath so surpassing sun, It seem it be continually At the meridian?

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love ; but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.

I had no time to Hate— Because The Grave would hinder Me— And Life was not so Ample I Could finish—Enmity— Nor had I time to Love— But since Some Industry must be— The little Toil of Love— I thought Be large enough for Me—

his face serious.

You can't be a little bit dead. If you're not in the ground yet, you're one hundred per cent alive.

There is perhaps no surer way of infecting ourselves with virulent hatred toward a person than by doing him a grave injustice.

The next thing I knew, I was falling. I dreamed I was being thrown into an open grave, but jerked awake and landed on a bed.

In the old days, coffins were equipped with a warning system—a chain attached to a bell on the grave in case of a premature burial. They say at night, when the mist rolls in, you can hear those bells." He glanced over the railing. "The dead down there don't want to be forgotten…ever again.

Patriotism is fierce as a fever, pitiless as the grave, blind as a stone and as irrational as a headless hen.

Brandy, n. A cordial composed of one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder, one part death-hell-and-the-grave and four parts clarified Satan.

I didn't like the looks of those other grave robbers. You were the first women who's noticed me in years and I thought you were beautiful." "Are you flirting?" "If I were alive, perhaps," he replied, "but as it is, I don't think we could be more than friends.

All are stoics in the grave.

I must beg very serious persons not to read this. It is not written for them. It is not written for grave people who despise trifles and who always require to be instructed. I only venture to offer this to those who like to be entertained, and whose minds are both young and gay. Only those who are amused by innocent pleasures will read this to the end.

In the grave should be buried the prejudices and passions born of conflict. Charity should hold the scales in which are weighed the deeds of men.

Every couple I know has side-by-side grave plots, but when we do it we're the biggest weirdos on the block.

There are secrets I will take to the grave — and others I'd feel safer having cremated.

A voice came out of the darkness. 'Don't make it so wide. It's not a grave. You're making work for yourself.

In the last, lorn fight 'gainst the fall of long night, the mountains stand guard, and dead shall be ward, for the grave is no bar to my call.

But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is, the sound of a soul's last breath. Trust is the sound of death.

Tia mi aven Moridin isainde vadin. "The grave is no bar to my call." "The Horn of Valere?

of a cross-marked grave somewhere in France. But tonight it was only a shadow Ã¢â'¬Â¦ nothing more.

Because the grave's our destination," Mr. Sedgwick said. "Those who hurry usually get to it quicker than those who take their time.

The sunken grave would fade away, probably in my lifetime. If I could avoid killer zombies for a few years. And vampires. And gun-toting humans. Oh, hell, the hot-spot would probably outlast me.

I was reminded that a hole in the ground is a hole in the ground whether it be a sithen or a grave.