Grave security concerns can arise as a result of demographic trends, chronic poverty, economic inequality, environmental degradation, pandemic diseases, organized crime, repressive governance and other developments no state can control alone. Arms can’t address such...

My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.

Face to face marketing is like trying to dig a grave with a spoon. Kill it faster with a shovel.

It’s not like he’s going anywhere, so yeah. Now.

Astride of a grave and a difficult birth.Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps.We have time to grow old.The air is full of our cries.But habit is a great deadener.At...

For God to prove himself on demand, physically, would be a grave disappointment, and the strongest Christians should be considerably grateful that he chooses not to do so. The skeptic endlessly demands proof, yet God...

When your health is taken away, money can do little or nothing but when your breath is taken away, money means absolutely nothing

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers...

Honey, I am going to my grave with my eyelashes and my makeup on.

If flowers were boogers, I’d pick a few big ones and flick them on your grave.

Be happy but when sad times come, know that God allow these time for self-realisation.

When I lived here and woke up from the fog in my head, I would walk by myself to the grave site set aside for me, so that I could feel comfortable if I lived...

It’s not good to dig in the past, raise the ghost up from the grave, and have it walk with the flesh.

Throw your hands and pull up those in the valley do the hill. However, press your feet on the ground so hard that you don’t fall into the same valley together. Some people’s helping hands...

Shit. I hated her already, and we hadn’t even met.

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

What man ever openly apologizes for slander? It is not so much a feeling of slander as it is that of a massive lie, a misdeed not only to the slandered but also to those...

Grave is a journey not a destination

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus; and we petty menWalk under his huge legs, and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonourable graves.

I am one pair of roses away from the grave,” I told the midget with the twelve-inch erection. It wasn’t his—he was just holding it for a friend (that impressive penis belonged to a much...

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

But, Aunt… I don’t want to go to the grave site set aside for me a few years ago at the ancestral grave site. I don’t want to go there. When I lived here and...

THE BARROW In this high field strewn with stones I walk by a green mound, Its edges sheared by the plough. Crumbs of animal bone Lie smashed and scattered round Under the clover leaves And...

This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and scrapes and pulls me back to earth, my final B&B, that worm-spun cot...

My father was English. He date-raped my mother so she’s hated English men ever since. You know my boyfriend’s English, and I’m, uh, I’m half-English, which she’s never been real happy about. If she finds...

I’ve never written a quote I feel would be suitable for my gravestone. Wouldn’t it be ironic if it were this one? Oh, and could you pull a few weeds while you’re here?

An angel’s arm can’t snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can’t confine me there.

Everything was gone, the garden of wind and light, the Chrysalis, the Mother and her sister-crones, the rowan tree, everything. I was in a grove–no, it was a triad of trees: apple, oak, hazel. And...

Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.

The dusty tombs of long-dead exorcist priests lay in the alcoves below, surmounted by stone effigies, the features eroded by the passing of time and the reverent caresses of their grateful parishioners, a reminder, she...

I love you,” and I couldn’t even tell if she was 300 miles away, or 6 feet below my feet and 300 years away.

Do we reflect on life? Someday this life will be gone.

Every artist takes their final work to the grave.

I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories’ grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.

I’m so paranoid that everyone starts to look like everyone. I convince myself I’m a con named Vince. My lips are thin and tight, but my tongue is broad and loose. I’m taking my secrets...

You chose to come to Paris, of all places,” Mencheres replied.So what? Got something against the French?

People who talk too much are only digging their own grave.

She bent and placed a single daisy upon the grave. A simple white daisy. The plainest of flowers, perhaps the purest, Elspeth thought. It had cost next to nothing at all, and perhaps that was...

Being buried alive in a cemetery would put me in grave danger.

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

If you continue to dig the same hole in the same place in your life, eventually you will be standing in a grave.

My shoes are scuffed and dirty from dancing. The grave of my enemy is where I go to find my inner Astaire.

In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.

The victims of homicide are the only ones who carry the true secrets of humanity to the grave. The ones only God knows

I never understood why when you died, you didn’t just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn’t be there. I always thought I’d like my own tombstone...

I die with the dying light, yet shine brighter as the darkness approaches. Soon I’ll be whittled to bone and stripped clean through, nothing left but a skeleton on which to hang a hat. But...

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

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.

I stop fighting my inner demons. We’re on the same side now. T-shirt