Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.
The cemeteries are full of indispensable men.
When I've been asked what should be on my gravestone, I've said: 'Here lies Gandalf. He came out.' Two big achievements.
I often thought my gravestone would say, 'Here lies Gandalf. He came out,'
If you are going to lower me into the grave, and I feel something is wrong, I will get up.
Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.
Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.
I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave
When I die, I'll probably climb out of the coffin and play the organ at my own funeral!
Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town.
The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors.
Life, in my estimation, is a biological misadventure that we terminate on the shoulders of six strange men whose only objective is to make a hole in one with you.
I don't want a tombstone. You could carve on it 'She never actually wanted a tombstone.'
The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.
Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.
All true stories begin and end in a cemetery" - The Shadow of the Wind
I always thought that cemeteries gave me some sense of perspective
It will be written on my tombstone in very large letters, 'Here lies Hikaru Sulu,' and in very tiny letters, 'aka George Takei.' I don't protest the inevitable.
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said!
In the democracy of the dead all men are at last equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.
Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.
I miss all of my old friends who have passed away. Sometimes you just don't understand why they were taken so soon. I loved and miss Johnny Cash. I miss my old buddy Johnny Paycheck, who happens to be buried in an area of the cemetery that I bought for my family.
O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
a simple question to identify your true home: where do you want to die?
