In the grave, there is neither learning nor working. Learn while you can, work while you can.

From the cradle to the grave, joy and pain is the fertilizer for wisdom.

I network like a salmon in a bear costume. Why swim upstream when the honeybee has all the flowers? Is anything more romantic than roses on a grave?

She was very close to my heart. Even though we were separated by a distance of 400 years, I was lying on her grave.

We do not have to see the beginning and the end of our lives, but we must close our eyes and live as if we didn’t start or would never end.

Listen in close, Wall Street Conquistadors, you’re spreading like vapor up through people’s floors, you’re moving en masse under the cracks of our doors and grabbing our children to work in your stores, feeding the...

Her name was Rose, and I’d hoped that one day our love would blossom like her name. It didn’t, so today it lives on atop a grave.

I love you. You have no idea what you are worth to me.

Whilst the wolflets bayed, A grave was made, And then with the strokes of a silver spade, It was filled to make a mound. And for two cold days and three long nights, The father...

Beware the irrational, however seductive. Shun the ‘transcendent’ and all who invite you to subordinate or annihilate yourself. Don’t be afraid to be thought arrogant or selfish. Picture all experts as if they were mammals....

The atmosphere is always very grave when I walk into a cemetery.

Death is the final destination of every man.

Tombs are the clothes of the dead and a grave is a plain suit; while an expensive monument is one with embroidery.

Our love was separated by time—and six feet of dirt. Still, I had to keep digging, because that’s just who I am, a romantic.

He’d probably be laughing in his grave about what the kids are doing here.

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

The most dangerous flower is one that grows on a grave. Everybody in its vicinity is dead. That’s why I hand-picked it for my mother-in-law.

We’re, ah, taking a break to evaluate things, and, um, reexamine our relationship, so I stuffed him in a closet!” I burst out in shame. Timmie’s eyes goggled.Is he still there?

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave… Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

Kula sana ni kujichimbia kaburi kwa meno yako mwenyewe.

Tommy asks where Carolyn is.”She’s at Cindy’s.””They live together now,” Salvador added.”Didn’t they just start dating?” Tommy asked.Tiger answered, “Yeah… A couple of WEEKS ago.”Unhappy about the news, Tommy objects to Carolyn moving in with...

The dead only knows their world.

Façade. One, simple word. But, very complex portents. It’s like living a life of half-dead. You are neither fully inside a grave, nor completely out of it, beyond the oppressive calmness of the slabs, tombstones...

I always carry around a spade, because I never know when I’ll have to dig my own grave—slowly. Give me coffee or give me death. Or sleep.

I’m now ‘Doctor’ to the patients and I have to cover my ignorance by waving my arms and looking grave.

I looked upon the sea, it was to be my grave

I went to visit my dad. He didn’t say a word to me. Or if he did, I couldn’t hear it through the grass, the dirt, and his coffin lid.

There’s nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story.

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

Yes, I lay in my grave. But if you lie in a grave long enough, you get accustomed to it and you don’t want to part from it. He had given me a pill of...

If I weren’t already dead, I’d have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.

The greatest loss is the lost of life.

It is almost startling to hear this warning of departed time sounding among the tombs, and telling the lapse of the hour, which, like a billow, has rolled us onward towards the grave.

Body is a home, a prison and a grave.

I just got done digging a hole shaped like a human body. But I have no idea what to bury. I’ll probably hide all my love for you, like I would with any other treasure.

Don’t cry for the dead, for the dead is deaf, dumb, blind, lame, unemotional and dead.

The very thing keeping me alive is also killing me—love. No wonder the rose symbolizes both love and death. They should have a deal where if you buy a dozen roses you get a free...

You’ve gotten on my last nerve.”The table went crashing into her before she could blink, and then my fist found a home inher perfectly arranged hair.

I’ll perform all the way to the grave.

John Wesley’s own grave holds the bones of many other people, including at least five ministers. One can only imagine the bickering.

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....

It is better to experience sorrow than happiness.Many life lessons are learnt in moments of sorrow.

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

Some people die and you realize that the only mark they left on earth are the tomb stones under which they lie. The impacts you make on earth should be something worthy to improve lives.

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

With horror he perceived that, by uniting himself as he had with the dead, he had cut himself off from the living. Stripped of all earthly hope, bereft of every consolation, he was rendered as...

Two things I ask of my God today. That my faith be hoisted high like a kite up in the sky and my fear be buried deeply like a carcass into the soil.

I missed you every minute this week and I don’t want to spend another day without you. If my mom disowns me for being with a vampire, then that’s her decision, but I’ve made mine,...

We’re going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, We’re remembering. That’s...

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountain sideThe summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying’Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.But come...