Best 93 quotes in «graveyard quotes» category

The world slides, the world goes, and death makes equal the rich and the poor

We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.

We are only mortal flesh.

We must make time to reflect on life.Someday this life will be gone.

When Harper was in among the stones she could see brass plaques screwed into the towering pillars of granite. One listed the names of seventeen boys who had died in the mud of eastern France during the First World War. Another listed the names of thirty-four boys who had died on the beaches of western France during the Second. Harper thought all tombstones should be this size, that the small blocks to be found in most graveyards did not even begin to express the sickening enormity of losing a virgin son, thousands of miles away, in the muck and cold. You needed something so big you felt it might topple over and crush you.

What are we fighting for? When go down the grave naked?

Without hope we fail to exist.

A city without books, a city without a library is like a graveyard.

You are a cool cemetery. You have the sinner’s grave You have the saint’s earth colliding You have all the beds narrow as a knife; as if a rally of tombstones to defend death. But you can’t really postpone the inauguration of my burial, can you? From the poem - Few Words to Cemetery

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave

As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.

Being in jail is difficult too because it's like being in a graveyard, you can't do much.

Bod quite liked crows. He thought they were funny and he liked the way they helped to keep the graveyard tidy.

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.

every heart has its graveyard.

Fear is contagious. You can catch it.

Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.

Perpetual Peace is only found in the graveyard.

System debugging has always been a graveyard-shift occupation, like astronomy.

Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.

The Internet is a graveyard, a bright malfunctioning littoral, and it is entirely necropastoral. But the necropastoral can't be sustained - it's non-sustainable.

We destroy ourselves when we stop feeling. If you bury your feelings within you, you become a graveyard.

Welcome to the graveyard of ambition.

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.

A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.

At the end of life, nobody knows where the spirit goes.

After the raid, the neighborhood was officially repossessed by the city of Portland, and a number of the houses were razed. The plan was to set up new low-income condos for some of the municipal workers, but construction stalled after the terrorist incidents, and as I cross over into the Highlands, all I see is rubble: holes in the ground, and trees felled and left with their roots exposed to the sky, dirty, churned earth, and rusting metal signs declaring it a hard-hat area. It’s so quiet that even the sound of my wheels as they turn seems overloud. A thought comes to me suddenly, unbidden—Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie—the old rhyme we used to whisper as kids when we passed a graveyard. A graveyard: That’s exactly what the Highlands is like now.

A place for the newly weds and nearly deads I'm counting the stones I hope you know I love you. Got a lot of friends 6 feet under us. Counting down the days till we join the party. Thoughts of your nightmare projected through mine... Breathing in these lies is no surprise These evil things are all we know Lets take these lives where we want to go. The future is our prize, when the stars align. Ghouls and ghosts will haunt my soul but they will never take me. Before I go, I want to show that we can make a difference. We've got some dumb perceptions. But I've got the death connection... All the hate that you have... Just throw it away Life is meant for more, But we're too distracted.. Too caught up in the anger and judgment.. Caught up in the web of lies I've heard these things keep our blood boiling, Keeps us alive, and moving forward... If that's the case I was born a dead man. And I'm forever a ghost. Hatred is something that we're brought up to see. Now everybody's looking at me I hope they know... They won't get their satisfaction.

A sematary," I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard and it's short and lotsa New World people have lost the battle. "It's a place for burying dead folk," I say. Her eyes widen. "A place for doing what?" "Don't people die in space?" I ask. "Yeah," she says. "But we burn them. We don't put them in holes." She crosses her arms around herself, mouth and forehead frowning, peering around at the graves. "How can this be sanitary?

As usual, he saves his wife's for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.

At first are moving tombs on the surface of the surface of the earth; then we become static tombs in the brims of the cemetary soil; waiting to become eternal people in fellowship for God. I know there is another fellowship in heaven!

At the end of all spiritual paths, there lies only a cold graveyard; the path of science is the only path that may give you something better than this!

Ben often comes here. It's some kind of kangaroo graveyard. He likes to collect kangaroo bones. What can I say? It's just something Stink Collectors do.

Blasted grave marker. There sure are a bloody lot of them. They've got some nerve burying all these dead people here.

Death is the final destiny of every soul.

But," expostulated Josiah Worthington. "But. A human child. A living child. I mean. I mean, I mean. This is a graveyard, not a nursery, blast it.

Delay is not a help-mate. The cemetary is full of people who thought they could DO IT tomorrow. Do It Now!

Graciously live life. There is return from the grave.

Do all the work you can, there is enough rest in the grave.

Every day I sit and watch random people holding the wands with the power that can turn the world either into a graveyard or into a paradise and yet roam around without believing in the magic that it possesses. And in the end, they throw it into the stash and burn it like it is nothing.

Every graveyard gives this very simple message: The nonexistence shore exists!

Graveyards last forever.

You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.

edge of town all graveyard and the sound of waves

For anyone who might be of the opinion that horror is strictly the domain of men, we graveyard girls are here to change your way of thinking—and to make you sleep with the lights on.

Graveyards exist because death exists? No! Graveyards exist because we want to know precisely the place of our dead!

He’d seen a lot of bizarre items left at gravesides, like a carton of eggs, a pair of reading glasses, a bag of licorice, smooth stones, a spoon.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –