#grave

The Papacy is not other than the Ghost of the deceased Roman Empire, sitting crowned upon the grave thereof. ↗

— Thomas Hobbes

#deceased #empire #ghost #grave #other

The secret thoughts of a man run over all things, holy, profane, clean, obscene, grave, and light, without shame or blame. ↗

— Thomas Hobbes

#blame #clean #grave #holy #light

Bad leadership during the past years has cast on our Party the shadow of great and grave burdens. ↗

— Janos Kadar

#burdens #cast #during #grave #great

Loyalty is a fine quality, but in excess it fills political graveyards. ↗

— Neil Kinnock

#fills #fine #graveyards #loyalty #political

THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN Printer like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stripped of its lettering and gilding lies here, food for worms; Yet the work itself shall not be lost, For it will (as he believed) appear once more, in a new, and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended By The AUTHOR ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#headstone #beauty

Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds and long curtains of silvery moss, I pretended the crumbling angels were wood nymphs and fairies and I their ruler, queen of my own graveyard kingdom. ↗

— Amanda Stevens

#ghosts #graveyards #paranormal-fiction #paranormal-suspense #the-restorer

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave bereft I am not there. I have not left. ↗

— Mary Elizabeth Frye

#grave #grief #beauty

MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#humor #humor

Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name and buried treasure. Face your life, it's pain, it's pleasure, Leave no path untaken. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#life

But how nice it would be to know that some good Yankee woman - And there must be SOME good Yankee women. I don’t care what people say, they can’t all be bad! How nice it would be to know that they pulled weeds off our men’s graves and brought flowers to them, even if they were enemies. If Charlie were dead in the North it would comfort me to know that someone - And I don’t care what you ladies think of me,” her voice broke again, “I will withdraw from both clubs and I’ll — I’ll pull up every weed off every Yankee’s grave I can find and I’ll plant flowers, too — and — I just dare anyone to stop me!” Melanie from Gone With The Wind ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#gone-with-the-wind #goodness #graves #humanity #men