Burial Ground Quotes

Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead.

Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.

The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

When we see the many grave-stones which have fallen in, which have been defaced by the footsteps of the congregation, which lie buried under the ruins of the churches, that have themselves crumbled together over them; we may fancy the life after death to be as a second life, into which man enters in the figure, or the picture or the inscription, and lives longer there than when he was really alive. But this figure also, this second existence, dies out too, sooner or later. Time will not allow himself to be cheated of his rights with the monuments of men or with themselves.

I got this grave yard woman.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

There are an awful lot of skinny people in the cemetery.

Library: A place where the dead lie.

I played a couple first-class matches at Carlton and Guaracara Park and it was a real burial ground for the fast bowlers.

I'll take the cemetery," Kane said. He didn't sound excited. Rather, he sounded resigned. "The club might collapse if I go.

Gavin saw a grave purely as a marker for the place where a corpse was decomposing; a nasty thought, yet people took it into their heads to visit and bring flowers, as though it might yet recover.

One cannot pass by without thinking of the density of men in the ground.

It's a small world. When you put it in a cemetery, it is.

Here lies Walter Winchell in the dirt he loved so well.

My parent's house, to be honest, is like a snail's disco. It's a fine house but my parents are very eccentric. Also that house might be built on an Ancient Egyptian burial ground or something, because the plague of insects that hit that house as we were growing up.

CEMETERY, n. An isolated suburban spot where mourners match lies, poets write at a target and stone-cutters spell for a wager.

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.

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.

We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—

I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.

A piece of a Churchyard fits everybody.

The cemetery is full of indispensable people.

Many good purposes lie in the churchyard.