Quotes About Burial

When Union litter-bearers climbed out of their trenches, four days after the assault, they found only two men still alive amongst the piles of stinking corpses. One burial party discovered a dead Yankee with a diary in his pocket, the last entry of which read: "June 3. Cold Harbor. I was killed.

When he got to the shoe putting-on stage he called Hosain again. Putting on and taking off his own shoes and boots were activities at which he drew the line if there was a man available to perform these services. He had learned to draw the line in Muzzafirabad where his first CO, Colonel Gawstone, advised him never to stoop if he could help it. The climate wasn't right for it. Mrs. Gawstone had stooped to pick up a glove and keeled right over and never got up. They had buried her the next day.

They ought to bury people in hospitals and let sick people get well in the cemeteries.

That was the way it was, the burial ritual. You set them in the earth and walked away to keep living, until it was your turn to be left behind.

End-stage addiction is mostly about waiting for the police, or someone, to come and bury you in your shame.

He dreams he's with a very sad kid and they're in a graveyard digging some dead guy's head up and it's really important

O,come,be buried A second time within these arms (They embrace)

Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!

We're all going to die, but does that mean we have to be buried alive?

In order to conquer panic or some tenacious anxiety, there is nothing like imagining your own burial. An effective method, readily available to all. In order not to have to resort to it too often in the course of a day, best to experience its benefit straight off, when you get up.

Fear helps us survive. I've spent a larger portion of my life being afraid than I have being in control. But, here I am. Forget this escape idea, son. It won't help you or your family. Play the game. Find a tall tree somewhere. A tree that's survived all the coups and massacres of history. Go to that tree and dig a hole near its roots and bury your pride there.

Do not piss as you stand and face the sun, but do it after the sun sets and before it rises, and even then do not be naked, for nights belong to the gods. ... Sire your children when you return from a feast of the gods, not when you return from an ill-omened burial. ... The sixth day of the month does not favor plants but is good for the birth of boys; it does not favor either the birth or the marriage of girls. But gelding of kids and lambs hurts less then.

The dead do not come back to complain of their burial. It is the living who are exercised about these matters.

I need someone to love me,Need somebody to carry me home to San FranciscoAnd bury my body there.

My heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world.

I bury Valerian near the stables, but outside the paddock, so that even the most carnivorous of Madoc's sharp-toothed horses are unlikely to dig him up and gnaw on his bones.

J'ai été enterré sous les morts ; mais, maintenant, je suis enterré sous des vivants, sous des actes, sous des faits, sous la société tout entière, qui veut me faire rentrer sous terre!

Go. Go to your beautiful dances, your beautiful ceremonies. And we will bury our dead.

discoveries: a burial pit in Wales that contained the remains of what most scholars agreed was the first-century English queen Boadicea. She had been found buried in an ancient war chariot, surrounded by weapons, golden armbands, and other trinkets.

In America, burial means an embalmed body in a heavy-duty casket with a vault built over it, so that the ground doesn't settle. That body is encased in many layers of denial.

brothers and I finished digging the grave he had already begun, and we buried him in the company of Mr. Orrick's wife and two good German women, neighbors

I'll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.

If I die, leave me alone. Don't sing to me. Bury me wrapped in the deck I leave behind, in that lovely treasure that will know how to strum me like a sure hand. I'll sound like a fragrance from the depths, very grave. I 'll rise to your ears, and from there, turned into pure vegetation, I 'll debunk myself, untelling my own story, my own plot, Rowing back into my mouth left ajar, into the Dream that keeps on swallowing and, like a cardboard mask, won 't cough me up.

Before this other stone appeared, my mother's stone was still my mother because of the absence around her. The appearance of the new stone and the likeness to her stone implied my mother was a stone too, that my mother was buried under the stone too.