#grave

But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#breath #brief #brief moment #granted #grave

You either trust me or you don't. I've never let you down, and I won't walk away unless you make me. Period. Now, unless you have a real emergency, I'd like to get back to my vacation. And my corpse, thanks. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat-crawfield #catherine-crawfield #funny #humor #jeaniene-frost

Have you ever wondered what language they speak in Limbo? ↗

— Lee T. Gallup

#humor #inspirational #limbo #purgatory #inspirational

They say that shadows of deceased ghosts Do haunt the houses and the graves about, Of such whose life's lamp went untimely out, Delighting still in their forsaken hosts. ↗

— Joshua Sylvester

#deceased #delighting #forsaken #ghosts #graves

The actions that we take on the counterterrorism front, again, are to take actions against individuals where we believe that the intelligence base is so strong and the nature of the threat is so grave and serious, as well as imminent, that we have no recourse except to take this action that may involve a lethal strike. ↗

— John O. Brennan

#actions #again #against #base #believe

I think I'll take my record of 13 goals to the grave. ↗

— Just Fontaine

#grave #i #i think #record #take

My real mom died when I was born—hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to me, which has never been one of my favorite memories—and Dad married Denise before I’d turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the matter. Denise and I never really clicked. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#darynda-jones #davidson #first-grave-on-the-right #death

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. ↗

— Thomas Ken

#dread #grave #i #little #live

The dusty tombs of long-dead exorcist priests lay in the alcoves below, surmounted by stone effigies, the features eroded by the passing of time and the reverent caresses of their grateful parishioners, a reminder, she knew all too well, of the brevity of life. ↗

— Sarah Ash

#death #grave #life #loss #time

Everything was gone, the garden of wind and light, the Chrysalis, the Mother and her sister-crones, the rowan tree, everything. I was in a grove–no, it was a triad of trees: apple, oak, hazel. And at my feet something that smacked of familiar miens, a stone half buried in a pitch of heather. A stone bearing my name and a date I could hardly remember. A moment passed, another and in those moments I stood numb with gluey feet at the foot of my own grave. For the first time since I’d come to the Faeran Valley, I was alone. And the silence was deafening ↗

— Debi Cimo

#grave #moment #silence #dating