Quotes About Shroud

It was the visage of a skull, draped by a transparent shroud of skin, except for the colors which the fire painted on it, now amber, now turquoise, and now the greenest jade.

One dark day we will wake to find a suffocating blanket of cats has covered the entire globe like a mewling funeral shroud.

Throw a blanket over it!

T]hen all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.

É tudo mentira, não passam de mentiras! Meu Deus, que comoção vai ser o Dia do Juízo Final, quando eles vierem juntos, de mortalha, tentando arrastar as lápides para provar como foram bons.

Colder than the winter wind howling its dirge through the Southwest Forest. Colder than the snow blanketing tree, rock and earth in its silent shroud. Colder than ice that lay on water and hung in shards from branches and bushes. Colder than these was the smile of Ferahgo the Assassin!

The worst part was the silence. Death was supposed to be loud — gunshots, explosions, screams and thunder. Not this eerie quiet that wrapped around me like a shroud.

He shared Daniel's discomfort, but knew if they both gave in to fear, it would act as a beacon of light to those who were hunting them. Taziel tried to shroud Daniel's worried thoughts with a beacon of calm.

What does the pilgrim hope for at journey's end? Her beliefs confirmed? Revelation? Or does she secretly wish that the destination never quite materializes, that it keeps receding, ever shrouded in the distance, all the more to feed an inextinguishable devotion?

Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.

This flu is like a black shroud that has been flung across everything that breathes under the canopy of heaven, and if you could stand back far enough, you wouldn't see all the people it touches, only the immense length and breadth of its expanse.

And the great spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me...everything was silent-everything. But upon the heights soughed the everlasting song, the voice of the air, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent.

Gold shall be their crowns and gold their shrouds.

The nightingales are singing nearThe Convent of the Sacred Heart,And sang within the bloody woodWhen Agamemnon cried aloud,And let their liquid siftings fallTo stain the stiff dishonored shroud.

He feels himself buried in those two infinities, the ocean and the sky, at one and the same time: the one is a tomb; the other is a shroud.

The fashion magazines are suggesting that women wear clothes that are 'age appropriate.' For me that would be a shroud.

It is only when taught deceit by the commerce of the world, that we learn to shroud our character from observation, and to disguise our real sentiments from those with whom we are placed in communion.

I want a natural burial. Just straight into the ground in a shroud.

Sometimes, in my dreams, I see that enormous pit, surrounded, as it is, on all sides by wild trees and bushes. And the noise of the water rises upwards, and blends—in my sleep—with other and lower noises; while, over all, hangs the eternal shroud of spray.

He'll not confess he knew, in the end, that the drama of death does not come into it – that some pain's too dull to be worthy of a romantic shroud. Courage could have brushed glamour over what little there was, but courage is ridiculous when the other person doesn't want to know.

All collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.

Oh, by the thrice-beshitten shroud of Lazarus!

beneath his heavy wool cloak. He does not turn when I

I held my hand up, frowning. Wait a minute. Where did you say this thing was stolen from? The Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist. Father Vincent said. In Northern Italy. I said. He nodded. In Turin, to be exact. He nodded again, his expression reserved. Someone stole the freaking Shroud of Turin ? I demanded. Yes. I settled back in the chair, looking down at the photos again. This changed things. This changed things a lot.