1. You plan to rob the world of its treasures if you decide to die with your potentials unleashed! The world needs your leadership influence; don’t take it raw to the cemetery!
2. I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.
3. For as much as I hate the cemetery, I’ve been grateful it’s here, too. I miss my wife. It’s easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she’s never been anything but dead, than to miss her in all the places where she was alive.
4. Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let’s choose executors and talk of wills
5. The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
6. My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave… Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
7. Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fear”)
8. And when my spirit wants no stimulus or nourishment save music, I know it is to be sought in cemeteries: the musicians hide in the tombs; from grave to grave flute trills, harp chords answer one another.
9. John Wesley’s own grave holds the bones of many other people, including at least five ministers. One can only imagine the bickering.
10. Some of the more superstitious townsfolk even believed she was a witch. The fact that she had four dead husbands lined up in a neat row at the local Promise Land Cemetery was not an argument in her defense.
11. 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.
12. Tombstones covered the dale, the smooth marble surfaces bright. She had spent days here as a teenager, though not out of any awareness of mortality. Like every adolescent, she intended to live forever.
13. It’s like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world.
14. The twin guardian angels whose eyes and hands and wings had focused protective attention on the souls that lay there no longer faced each other. They stared blindly into a random middle distance. The scroll they held between them proclaiming eternal resurrection was broken in two.
15. We don’t live our lives with this much order and control. To represent them in death like this is a lie. A proper cemetary should have big, gnarled trees among crumbling angel’s and weathered tombstones arranged haphazardly. The grass should be littered with clover and worn down to dirt in places. Not like the manicured, rootless sod in this place.
16. Cemeteries used to be nice and quiet. Now they’re teeming with life.
17. There were dozens of stones of all sizes in the small meadow. Tall stones, bigger than either of the boys, and small ones, just the right size for sitting on. There were some broken stones. The Runt knew what sort of place this was, but it did not scare him. It was a loved place.
18. Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow…
19. So, what do you do for a living? You may be sorry you asked.
20. Sometimes to escape the noise of haunting memories, you need your best friends hand in your own, to help erase the sound and fill you with a sense of peace, even if it’s temporary.
21. I remember calling the council’s cemetery department to ask about body decomposition in different soil types. Once they had verified that I was a novelist and not a sicko, they were extremely helpful.
22. A badass will spread love in the cemetery and a fucktard will gift a dead body
23. Lord Shiva is Lord Jesus and the proof is you can find them in the garden of remembrance
24. Las negras lápidas surgían de la nieve como las uñas destrozadas de un cadáver gigantesco.
25. The best examples for lifetime imprisonment is the God in the temple and the dead body in the cemetery
26. An awning marked the site; it appeared to be the farthest one in the cemetery. As they proceeded there, black wings thudded in sudden unison, and a flock of birds flew up as they might from a ploughed field, still shaped like it, like an old map that still served new territory, and wrinkled away in the air.
27. Every Friday evening since the late sixties, at 5:00 p.m. we’d walk into the nearby Brompton Cemetery, which, since its four corners connect Fulham, Chelsea, South Kensington, and Earl’s Court, was a convenient meeting point for all our friends. We’d plan our weekend on the grave of Admiral Angus Whitewater. We didn’t know the Admiral, he just happened to have an impressive horizontal slab of black marble over his last resting place, which made a great table for drinks.
28. The dead don’t bother haunting graveyards- they are the last place on earth they need to haunt. The living do that job for them with their messy combination of grief, desire, imagination. There is nothing in this cemetery. It’s just an empty field.
29. I felt nothing standing there that I would not feel in any cemetery, quiet and curious and mortal.
30. The beauty of the twentieth century is the charm of the hospital, the grace of the cemetery, of consumption and emaciation. I admit that I have submitted to it all; worse, I have loved with all my heart.
31. At the very point that I’ve taken something for granted, I have at that same moment taken it to its grave. And if I look around, I realize I’ve cultivated quite a cemetery.
32. The birthplace of anarchy is the cemetery of freedom.
33. Show your compassion to people in their life time; no amount of your tears can serve as compensation when their coffins are lowered!
34. What could you possibly hope to find in a cemetary?” The women said. “The dead tell no secrets and the living seldom come to visit them.
35. The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left the most happy memories.
36. I have always enjoyed cemeteries. Altars for the living as well as resting places for the dead, they are entryways, I think, to any town or city, the best places to become acquainted with the tastes of the inhabitants, both present and gone.
37. Putting a body in a box as a keepsake for mortals to cling to long after everything that was that person is gone – it turns my stomach. Graveyards are for the living, not the dead.
38. Don’t carry your ideas to the grave untouched.
39. My body weeps to live when you make me believe that someday I will be dead soul sleepless in graveyard’s bed
40. A soft breeze settled around our shoulders as we walked into the cemetery. That same breeze made the world around us shiver a little bit. The slick green leaves of the tall trees rustled, and the long curtain of ivy dangling from the branches began to wave. When the ivy blows in the graveyard, it casts the prettiest lacelike shadows on the ground. They remind me of banners, rippling over the dearly departed in silent celebration.
41. Live an exemplary life as a leader. When you are gone, you will still lead from the grave because your influence, impacts and inspirations will become and information for the living.
42. The cemetery was vanity transmogrified into stone. Instead of growing more sensible in death, the inhabitants of the cemetery were sillier than they had been in life.
43. It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight, row upon row of cold silent witnesses.
44. It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight,row upon row of cold silent witnesses.
45. 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?
46. You cannot go to the cemetery and ask to be enlightened on matters of this kind, though it would ease my mind considerably if you could.
47. Cemeteries are full of unfulfilled dreams… countless echoes of ‘could have’ and ‘should have’… Don’t choose to walk the well-worn path to regret.
48. In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in every color. True, some are painted, but that doesn’t mean they are less beautiful, and they never wilt.
49. Prepare for a radio, for nothing is silent like the grave
50. Ideas taken and planted into the grave do not germinate.
51. He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.
52. I agree, and I doubt coma boy will even notice. I mean seriously, the guy was buried alive for heaven’s sake,” I added.
53. The harbour of influence is richer in the cemeteries where people are buried with their music on their tongues unsung. Don’t leave your potentials untouched!
54. Behind anger, is hidden the cemetery. (Derrière la colère, – Se cache le cimetière.
55. So, what do you do for a living? You may be sorry you asked.” Don Alesi, Letting People Down
56. Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive
57. Cemeteries are full of unfulfilled dreams… countless echoes of ‘could have’ and ‘should have’… countless books unwritten… countless songs unsung… I want to live my life in such a way that when my body is laid to rest, it will be a well needed rest from a life well lived, a song well sung, a book well written, opportunities well explored, and a love well expressed.
58. Who chose burial monuments? Were the wishes of the deceased taken into consideration? It was a subject I’d never considered before.
59. Wherever you go in the next catastrophé Be it sickroom, or prison, or cemet’ry Do not fear that your stay will be solit’ry Countless souls share your fate, you’ll have company!
60. The office’ is a cemetery of dreams.