Quotes About Burying

They seemed perfectly ordinary. This, Elliott deduced, was because they were burying their insanity deep beneath a façade of normality.

We all have these emotions, but you never really want to own up to sadness. You want to bury it.

John Lawrence also announced 'the severest penalties' for sati and another tragic practice: the destruction of 'leprous persons by burying them alive or throwing them into water'.

Squirrels lose seventy-five percent of the nuts they bury. That's how we get trees." "Does now seem like an appropriate time for a nut metaphor?

The heart, with the other parts removed, were placed in a tin box, which had formerly contained flour, and decently and reverently buried in a hole dug some four feet deep on the spot where they stood. Jacob was then asked to read the Burial Service, which he did in the presence of all.

and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground – because I am afraid –

You see, my conscious mind is really quite good at squashing down any unwanted thought and burying it under the rug. But my unconscious mind, my dreaming mind, well, that's where the trouble is.

Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.

Surrealism will usher you into death, which is a secret society. It will glove your hand, burying therein the profound M with which the word Memory begins.

I give you back your heart. I give you permission – for the fuse inside her, throbbing angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her and the burying of her wound – for the burying of her small red wound alive – for the pale flickering flare under her ribs, for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse

Here is the perennial trouble with burying your past. Others are forever trying to dig it up.

His next book, One Foot in the Grave, focused on his time working in the cemetery. It laid out in graphic detail every aspect of burying bodies, using Chad's firsthand experience. Later, murder investigators would comb through it to see if he had utilized his unusual expertise.

There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.

There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying things seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.

No one is so foolish as to prefer to peace, war, in which, instead of sons burying their fathers, fathers bury their sons.

Why, sir, she is to bear me a son, who shall restore the art of embalming and the old Roman manner of burying their dead; and for the benefit of posterity, he is to discover the longitude, so long sought for in vain.

Nothing offers better public relations fodder than something you can rescue and love intensively for a month and then be filmed burying at a lavish funeral.

He wasn't sure if his parents would be proud that their child had served his country or not.  There had always been something unnatural about parents burying their children.

Truly love is the strongest intoxicant of them all, the drink of deepest oblivion. Else how could I have forgiven him so quickly for what he'd done? No. Love is the spade with which we bury, deep inside our being, the things that we cannot bear to remember, cannot bear anyone else to know. But some of them remain. And they rise to the surface when we least expect them.

A memory can be banished, even indefinitely, deported from consciousness by the relentless everydayness of running a successful magazine, mothering a son, and burying a husband. A human being, though, is a different thing entirely.

Neanderthals had brains slightly larger than our own. They were also the first humans to leave behind strong evidence of burying their dead and caring for their sick. Yet their stone tools were still crude by comparison with modern New Guineans' polished stone axes and were usually not yet made in standardized diverse shapes, each with a clearly recognizable function. The

The past isn't something we can change or enhance. It cannot be rearranged or made over to better satisfy our current state. I firmly believe that God wants us to put the past to rest—as if it has died and we are burying it. Once a person dies and you bury them, you have no means by which you can bring them back to life. Even in memory, they are still gone. In the same way, the past is still gone, even when you dwell on it.