Best 267 quotes in «graves quotes» category

The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.

The wind breathes not, and the wave Walks softly as above a grave.

They did the Monster Mash, it was a grave yard smash.

They fell, but o'er their glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.

Those who talk of the bible as a monument of English prose are merely admiring it as a monument over the grave of Christianity.

Those [Watergate] tapes are going to take me to my grave with a huge smile on my face.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

Today I would say, 'I am against plastic surgery.' It's a grave act. An act that touches our soul. It was frightening.

(To the haters)You are not extinguishing the bright lights of mankind, your're simply burying yourself in an unmarked grave.

To write a blues song is to regiment riots and pluck gems from graves.

Trenches, hospitals, the common grave--there are no other possibilities.

Vanity of vanities… all is vanity.’ You kill yourself to get to the grave. Especially you kill yourself to get to the grave before you die; and the name of the grave is ‘success’, the name of that grave is hullabullo boom boom horseshit.

True wit has a grave intention.

Vampires have risen from the dead, the grave, and the crypt, but have never managed it from the cat.

Virtue treads paths that end not in the grave.

We are an overfed and undernourished nation digging an early grave with our teeth.

We all have a cradle-to-the-grave journey to make and, in between, what do you do? There's got to be something hereafter.

Waging an unnecessary war is a grave mistake.

we dig our graves with our teeth.

We are getting into semantics again. If we use words, there is a very grave danger they will be misinterpreted.

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

Well, there aren’t any graves in mundane wedding ceremonies,” said Tessa. “Though your ability to quote the Bible is impressive. Better than my aunt Harriet’s.” “Did you hear that, James? She just compared us to her aunt Harriet.

We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.

We shall dig our own grave if we do not purge ourselves of this curse of untouchability.

What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?' said Sir James. 'He has one foot in the grave.' 'He means to draw it out again, I suppose.

We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience... It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.

When I have one foot in the grave, I will tell the whole truth about women. I shall tell it, jump into my coffin, pull the lid over me and say, "Do what you like now.

Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it gladly. Because there is no work, love, knowledge, or wisdom in the grave.

When among the graves of thy fellows, walk with circumspection; thine own is open at thy feet.

When one is already on the edge of the grave, why not resist?

When I was single my career was my life, so everything I did was of grave importance and was greatly disturbing.

You know, I'll always be your slave 'til I'm buried, buried in my grave.

When they finally put you in the ground, I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down.

Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.

Why has my motley diary no jokes? Because it is a soliloquy and every man is grave alone.

With a rasping cough, the vampire shakes its head. "It was you who called us. All of you, with your war. The roar of your cannons shook us from our quiet graves.

You can't say life is useless because it ends in the grave.

You feel a sense of urgency, especially at my advanced age, when you're staring into the grave.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

When there's someone who's dead and then someone does something that that person would not have liked, they say that that person is spinning in their grave. But I don't understand why they say that. Why is spinning the way that a corpse shows disapproval?

When you seek revenge, be sure to dig two graves.

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

You must in your music be wavering like the wind; sometimes wanton, sometimes drooping, sometimes grave and staid, otherwhile effeminate; and the more variety you show, the better shall you please.

You really dug your own grave,” he mutters. “And I’m going to bury you in it.” “Say that louder,” I tell him, under my breath. “I dare you.

Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.

Death or Samadhi, man's life leads only to the grave. Appreciate your life.

And then, they finally decided that it doesn't matter anymore whether they walked on graves, or on the walls. All that mattered was reaching the light that everyone wanted, but nobody ever reached.

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps, And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. ... What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.