Quotes About Tomb

Même le grand Tolstoï, vous savez ce qu'il disait à Gorki? « Quand je serai à mi-corps dans la tombe, je dirai ce que je pense des femmes, et tout de suite je refermerai sur moi la pierre tombale! »

We have built for this world a family mansion, and for the next a family tomb.

We have built for this world a family mansion, and for the next a family tomb. The best works of art are the expression of man's struggle to free himself from this condition, but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten.

What determined the speech that startled him in the course of their encounter scarcely matters, being probably but some words spoken by himself quite without intention—spoken as they lingered and slowly moved together after their renewal of acquaintance. His eyes darkened—it was close; and, instinctively turning, in the hallucination, to avoid it, he flung himself, on his face, on the tomb.

He saw the Jungle of his life and saw the lurking Beast; then, while he looked, perceived it, as by a stir of the air, rise, huge and hideous, for the leap that was to settle him. His eyes darkened--it was close; and, instinctively turning, in his hallucination, to avoid it, he flung himself, face down, on the tomb.

This is the epitaph I want on my tomb: Here lies one of the most intelligent animals who ever appeared on the face of the earth.

I saw Byzantium in a dream and knew that I would die there.. and the golden towers of Byzantium would be my tomb ~ Aidan

The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed. Where, then lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: Bankruptcy of Purse or Bankruptcy of Life?

Si una tumba está cubierta por una lápida, el muerto ya nunca podrá salir.

I--love's skein upon the ground, My body in the tomb-- Shall leap into the light lost In my mother's womb.

There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word: DRACULA

On the top of the tomb, seemingly driven through the solid marble—for the structure was composed of a few vast blocks of stone—was a great iron spike or stake. On going to the back I saw, graven in great Russian letters: 'The dead travel fast.

She screamed now. She raved. She raged through the tomb, strewing bones in her wake, tearing limbs and heads from desiccated bodies. She hated the dead. She hated the living even more, those who had abandoned her and still breathed the open air.

Words have power, you understand? It is in the nature of our universe. Our library itself distorts time and space on quite a grand scale. Well, when the Post Office started accumulating letters, it was storing words. In fact, what was being created was what we call a 'gevaisa', a tomb of living words.

It's like a sealed, forgotten chamber in me; I shan't feel complete until I've discovered its entrance.' 'Sounds like a tomb. Aren't you afraid of what you'll find in there?' 'It's a library; only the stupid and the evil are afraid of those.

Caladan Brood, the menhired one, winter-bearing, barrowed and sorrowless . . ." Calot picked up the next lines.   ". . . in a tomb bereaved of words, and in his hands that have crushed anvils—" Tattersail continued, "the hammer of his song— he lives asleep, so give silent warning to all—wake him not.

You have been my solace, my exorcism, but perhaps my place is beside his tomb, celibate and beautiful.

About this time he had the sarcophagus and body of Alexander the Great brought forth from its shrine, and after gazing on it, showed his respect by placing upon it a golden crown and strewing it with flowers; and being then asked whether he wished to see the tomb of the Ptolemies as well, he replied, "My wish was to see a king, not corpses.

A profile was visible against the dull monochrome of cloud around her; and it was as though side shadows from the features of Sappho and Mrs. Siddons had converged upwards from the tomb to form an image like neither but suggesting both.

Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place... many men say that there is written upon his tomb this verse: Hic jacet Arthurus, Rex quondam, Rexque futurus. Here lies Arthur, King that was, King that will be.

The tomb in which our king is buried is called . . . Saturn"*

You're walking by the tomb of Battiades,Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoyLaughter at the right moment, over the wine.

He stooped to put flowers on his stepmother's tomb, Thinking she'd changed since meeting her doom. He died when her gravestone fell on his head. Stepmothers are dangerous even when dead.

Restless hearts and anxious minds find peace in justification. Frenetic lives of self-justification have rest in the salvation of Jesus Christ. The incessant need to prove our own worthiness and our failure to ever do so are nailed to the cross, buried in the tomb, and put to death forever.