Life is the only thing which can never be replaced when lost.

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

Seeing that I would never manage to fall asleep, I arose, lit a candle, and after dressing went outside.Beneath the dull glow of the winter moon the snow glowed like pale blue china. The sidewalks...

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.

The departed souls shall never return.

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

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...

Without hope we fail to exist.

Nothing’ is the graveyard of everything.

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.

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

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...

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

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

One grave in every graveyard belongs to the ghouls. Wander any graveyard long enough and you will find it – water stained and bulging, with cracked or broken stone, scraggly grass or rank weeds about...

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....

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

Silas consumed only one food, and it was not bananas.

Grave is a journey not a destination

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

In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as “No Man’s Land.” Here 1,500 unidentified...

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The greatest loss is the lost of life.

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...

I shook with cold and fear, without being able to answer. After a lapse of some moments, I was again called. I made an effort to speak, and then felt the bandage which wrapped me...

We have only one life to live, we must live it now.

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

Shite and onions!

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

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

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

There is an end to everything.

Our character isn’t defined by the battles we win or lose, but by the battles we dare to fight.