#cemetery

It's like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#cemetery #death #lyonesse #tombstones #wrocław

Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fear”) ↗

— George Sterling

#graveyard #horror #scary #supernatural #trees

It is upon such stones that men attempt to permanently etch history so they will not exist in a vacuum; it is the final statement after a lifetime of scratching out divisions upon the ground, over ephemeral time itself, merely to give their short journeys meaning, to tell others “I was here – do not forget me, do not let my brief blast dissolve into nothingness. ↗

— Rob Bignell

#gravestone #meaninglessness #tombstone #men

You look like a talent scout for a cemetery. ↗

— Henny Youngman

#like #look #scout #talent #you

I just started working the graveyard shift at the cemetery. Come to think of it, every shift at the cemetery is the graveyard shift. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #graveyard-shift #funny

He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery. ↗

— Harold Wilson

#architect #cemetery #decay #human #institution

Kennedy had been assassinated a month or so before. So we walked to the grave of John Kennedy and ended our walking symbolically at the Arlington National Cemetery. ↗

— Satish Kumar

#assassinated #been #before #cemetery #ended

Tombstones covered the dale, the smooth marble surfaces bright. She had spent days here as a teenager, though not out of any awareness of mortality. Like every adolescent, she intended to live forever. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#cemetery #death #immortality #teenager #death

When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#death #funeral-rites #holden #hope

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #death