#grave

I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature and that power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries, 'Give, give.' ↗

— Abigail Adams

#convinced #creature #cries #dangerous #ever

And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? ↗

— Archilochus

#another #better #could #cunning #flight

Hence poetry is something more philosophic and of graver import than history, since its statements are rather of the nature of universals, whereas those of history are singulars. ↗

— Aristotle

#hence #history #import #more #nature

In the islands of the Aegean Sea, every island is full of graves. ↗

— James Theodore Bent

#full #graves #island #islands #sea

We cannot know the whole truth, which belongs to God alone, but our task nevertheless is to seek to know what is true. And if we offend gravely enough against what we know to be true, as by failing badly enough to deal affectionately and responsibly with our land and our neighbors, truth will retaliate with ugliness, poverty, and disease. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#alone #badly #be true #belongs #cannot

The alarm bells sound regularly: cybergeddon; the next Pearl Harbor; one of the greatest existential threats facing the United States. With increasing frequency, these are the grave terms officials invoke about the menace of cybercrime - and they're not understating the threat. ↗

— Preet Bharara

#alarm #bells #existential #facing #frequency

Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit. ↗

— Margaret Cavendish

#marriage #tomb #wit

Let not death, nor the graveyard overcome you with fear, for every seed buried in its cold ground, resurrects forth anew, into a blossomed life. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#graveyard #resurrect-life #death

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness. ↗

— Robert Blair

#dread #firmness #grave #her #men

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#changes #cradle #easy #every #every time