Quotes About Burial

nous n'allons pas ensevelir la dépouille de cet homme pour proclamer son innocence, nous ferons plus : nous sèmerons ces ossements en souvenir d'une injustice. Qu'il en germe ce que Dieu décidera.

All the accounts of the burial of Jesus are somber, laced through with the silence of grief, the shock that violence does to one's soul, even experienced vicariously in the body of another who is loved. They are written as though they are dirges, laments hidden in the silences and spaces between the words.

Solo los muertos no me dan miedo. No piden nada; por eso me dan tanta pena y los quiero tanto, y aún más cuando a veces pienso que soy una muerta viva... que ya habría muerto hace muchas muchas vidas de otra gente... Hay que enterrarlos en lo más profundo de la tierra para que puedan reposar para siempre muy cerca de las raíces. Y convertirse en árboles.

Cadavers and spirits are human refuse, and they are absurdly difficult to dispose of properly. When someone dies, a small gang of specialists is required to remove and inter the body in such a way that it can always be located precisely at any time while preventing it from ever appearing again.

White fragility is a will to innocence that serves to bury the violence it sits on top off.

The notion of burial had always struck him as stifling and cold. He liked the Indian way better, setting the bodies up high, as if passing them to the heavens.

On a wall of her burial chamber, Ramesses summed up his love for her as such: "My love is unique and none can rival her ... Just by passing, she has stolen away my heart.

El que regresa de un entierro, como el que sale de una pesadilla, experimenta el mismo bienestar.

Did you ever bury thirty-five men in a place in back of your house, thirty-five tunnel workers the doctors didn't attend, died in the tunnel camps, under rocks, everywhere, world without end.

Buried, five at a time, pine boxes, Rinehart & Dennis paid him $55 a head for burying these men in plain pine boxes. His mother is suing him: misuse of land.

One thing I'd learned from all the burying I'd attended was that sometimes it's hard to pay attention. Burying someone you know will set your mind down some distant trail, as the one you're really on is too painful to view. at the burial of Ernest, Sarah's brother p177

I bowed my head, not knowing what was coming. The dying words of a King were powerful by every magic known to man. But I knew that since it was Arthur, they would be merciful. "He blessed you, Gwen, and he expressed the wish that when your time comes, you be buried with him. In the same grave." The tears ran freely down my face as I felt the love of that strong heart reach out to me, even from death.

It had come as a relief when she had been forced to go into the hospital in Emporia, where she could be given drugs that made her sleep, sleep through an investigation that did not include her sons, sleep through the quiet departure of her older boy to another town, another college, and sleep through the funeral and burial of a beautiful girl who'd had a name, who'd had a family, who'd had a life.

At this particular time, cemeteries are not accepting Japanese bodies.

I would request that my body in death be buried not cremated, so that the energy content contained within it gets returned to the earth, so that flora and fauna can dine upon it, just as I have dined upon flora and fauna during my lifetime

I don't drink anymore myself, I'm moving on. And that's not to say I won't drink again. I'm not making any promises, but I don't think I was a great drinker. Some folks are great drinkers; they drink and tell jokes and laugh their asses off, and they are funny as hell. We buried one of those last week. Life is just a big test, and if you try hard, you fail. If you don't try too hard and fail a little but have a good time, maybe that is success.

When I burn please bury me deep Somewhere on West Division Street Put a bottle beneat' my head 'n a bottle beneat' my feet

There are some things I guess we bury so we can get on with living. I don't think it's wrong, necessarily, just what we do to survive. It's the remembering part that's hard. Some people remember and some never have to. The blessed and the cursed.

Así desapareció un ser humano a quien nadie defendió, a quien nadie había querido, por quien nadie se interesó… Fue un ser que soportó humildemente las burlas de sus colegas y que bajó a la tumba sin haber realizado nada extraordinario.

Se llevaron el cadáver y le dieron sepultura. Y San Petersburgo se quedó sin Akaki Akákievich, como si nunca hubiera existido. Desapareció para siempre ese ser a quien nadie defendió, por quien nadie profesó afecto ni mostró el menor interés ; ni siquiera despertó la curiosidad de los naturalistas; siempre dispuestos a clavar un alfiler a una simple mosca para observarla a un microscopio.

If your life was lonely, then your death is, too. You will dig your own grave and die as you lived.

Fryderyk Chopin had always said he wanted to be buried in his native land,

Toen hij de kluizenaar in de zachte aarde naast het beekje begroef, besefte hij dat alles mogelijk zou zijn voor hem op deze plek. Hij had voedsel en water; hij had een huis; hij had een nieuwe identiteit voor zichzelf gevonden, een nieuw en totaal onverwacht leven. Hij kon de ommekeer bijna niet vatten. Nog geen uur geleden had hij willen sterven. Nu beefde hij van geluk, niet in staat te stoppen met lachen toen hij de ene schop na de andere op het gezicht van de dode man wierp.

Why will I bury you? So that one day I might disturb your grave.