Quotes About Burial

Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.

Funerals cost so much money, and are likely to be an additional source of stress in this recession - it's sad that we don't have a more humane, less commercialized way to approach burial.

All I was trying to do when they caught me was bury my mother in an unmarked grave.

Adulthood involves learning to conclusively bury a great many of our hopes.

When you make a tomb, make another tomb next to mine.' When asked why, he said, 'When my poet friend hears of my departure, he will come to me and want to die and be buried beside me.' 'But you have never met him. How do you know he will come?' 'I know him. And he knows me. He will come.' And the poet did come. And the two friends were buried next to each other.

It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams. ? Don DeLillo, Americana (ACTES SUD; 0 edition, August 10, 1993)

Mexico is a cemetery for secrets.

Der Fuß war beerdigt, ich war groggy und mein Kaffee war kalt.

Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it. He was part of my DNA. I had brown hair and I had freckles and I would always have Conrad in my heart.

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing.

When something that terrible, that horrible happens to you, you don't want to talk about it with anyone. You want to bury it deep inside you and let it rest in peace. You want to forget it ever happened.

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to just face it.

just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing.

The coffins are really for us. The organization surpasses itself in that kind of thing.

It was a difficult ride for him. He had passed this way before, to bury John Root. The fair had begun with death, and now it had ended with death.

I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it. 

Just previous to the birth of my little son, my mind gave way and my child was born in the asylum for the insane at Stockton, Cal. My boy was buried there.

A terrific sadness swept over Jerry. As if somebody had died. The way he felt standing in the cemetry that day they buried his mother. And nothing you could do about it.

Indian burial grounds had a dark reputation in the folklore of the American West, and there were few men who had not heard some tale of the vengeful spirits who haunted such places, and of the terrible curses they might impart on those who strayed disrespectfully into their sacred lands.

You didn't bury her. That's why we couldn't

buried her at the Catholic cemetery. Six weeks later, I buried my father beside her. He simply could not live without her.

The dead don't bury the dead. Only the living can do that.

Is it really so bad if no mound is built over your bones, and you are tossed out unburied? What odds does it make if you are cremated, exposed to be eaten by dogs or ravens, or consumed underground by worms?