Quotes About Graveyard

I refuse to remember the dead. And the dead are bored with the whole thing. But you - you go ahead, go on, go back down, into the graveyard, lie down where you think their faces are; talk back to your old bad dreams.

Some people talk about Haiti as being the graveyard of development projects.

Unspeakable King of the roads that are gone — Unintelligible Horse riding out of the graveyard — Sunset spread over Cordillera and insect — Gnarl Moth — Griever — Laugh with no mouth, Heart that never had flesh to die — Promise that was not made — Reliever, whose blood burns in a million animals wounded — O Mercy, Destroyer of the World, O Mercy, Creator of Breasted Illusions, O Mercy, cacophonous warmouthed doveling, Come

You don't like this quite country life?" inquired Mrs. Condiment. "No; no better than I do a quiet country grave-yard. I don't want to return to dust before my time, I tell you," said Cap, yawning dismally over her work.

The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys, the motion of the traffic. The mighty towers stood like tombstones in a graveyard, leaning against the sky and waiting for -- for what? Someday we'll know.

In the moonlit graveyard leaves rustled in the wind. Tombstones cast eerie shadows. Off in the distance a dog howled.

Some people asked me if I would be interested in managing the A's. I said a definite no thank you. At night, that place is a graveyard with lights.

The cemetery, my dear. The repository of the deceased. The tomb … the vault … the crypt … the resting place … the ossuary. Dig? Boot Hill, baby." Pamela

Caesar's ghost on the eve of the Battle of Philippi. We ignore them at our peril; we listen to them at the risk of our sanity. A French poet said, by the end of life, we all contain libraries and graveyards. It seemed to have happened to me already, my familiarity with both. I knew I had to get help with this now,

The new pornography is left-wing; and the new pornography is a vast graveyard where the Left has gone to die. The Left cannot have its whores and its politics too

They say the Church-yard is crouded with more of the living, than of the dead, and there is hardly room  for a spade. What an image, on such a day!

The charnel ground is that great graveyard in which the complexities of samsara and nirvana lie buried.

For some people history is a Beach or a Tower or a Graveyard. For me it was a giant primordial Toyshop with all its windows gloriously ablaze…It was my present for being alive.

Dolly Blount Lamar of Macon, Georgia, remembered as a little girl spending Sunday afternoons in the local graveyard with her father who "would read [her] the tombstone inscriptions and discourse on the dead with considerable pomp and oratory."13

Vasili was notorious for his pranks. A church had once stood beside Model School No. 25, and the mounds of graves in its abandoned graveyard were still visible. One of Vasili's favorite escapades was to sneak into the graveyard with his buddies to dig up bones.

Somehow I fell asleep in the graveyard.

We don't know how to say goodbye, We wander on, shoulder to shoulder Already the sun is going down You're moody, and I am your shadow. Let's step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead Why are we so different from the rest? Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch. That stick in your hand is tracing Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.

The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.

The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.

Through the window the stones of the graveyard stood out beyond the laurels in the moon, all the dead about, lives as much filled with themselves and their importance once as you this night, indecision and trouble and yearning put down equal with laughing into that area of clay, and they lay calm as you would one eternal night while someone full of problems and uncertainties would lie as awake as you in a room.

There's no point in being only the richest person in the graveyard. We must also enjoy ourselves along the way.

My mother, bless her, had your number when she said, "Don't hold your breath waiting for him, because nothing good comes from a graveyard.

Proud Maisie Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. 'Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' 'Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. 'The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.

go on, go on back down into the graveyard, lie down where you think their faces are; talk back to your old bad dreams.