#grave

I hate this place. I shall hate it to my grave. ↗

— Wallis Simpson

#hate #i #place #shall

The foolish and cruel notion that a wife is to obey her husband has sent more women to the grave than to the courts for a divorce. ↗

— Lemuel K. Washburn

#cruel #divorce #foolish #grave #her

The grave and the image are equally links with the irrecoverable and symbols for the unimaginable. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#grave #symbolism #death

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. ↗

— Fred E. Weatherly

#grave #lament #death

But, Aunt... I don't want to go to the grave site set aside for me a few years ago at the ancestral grave site. I don't want to go there. When I lived here and woke up from the fog in my head, I would walk by myself to the grave site set aside for me, so that I could feel comfortable if I lived there after death. It was sunny, and I liked the pine tree that stood bent but tall, but remaining a member of this family even in death would be too much and too hard. To try to change my mind, I would sing and pull weeds, sitting there until the sun set, but nothing made me feel comfortable there. I lived with this family for over fifty years; please let me go now. ↗

— Kyung-Sook Shin

#death #grave #let-me-go #rest-in-peace #seeking-comfort

I’m so paranoid that everyone starts to look like everyone. I convince myself I’m a con named Vince. My lips are thin and tight, but my tongue is broad and loose. I’m taking my secrets to your grave, after I put you there. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#grave #paranoid #funny

He reminded me of Gerald Roma from grade school, who used to burn ants with a magnifying glass. He was never quite right. It was weird that he spontaneously combusted during finals week our freshman year in college. Payback was a bitch. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#fourth-grave-beneath-my-feet #humor #humor

It is exactly the fear of revenge that motivates the deepest crimes, from the killing of the enemy's children lest they grow up to play their own part, to the erasure of the enemy's graveyards and holy places so that his hated name can be forgotten. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#crime #fear #graveyards #infanticide #murder

but the reason why the grave-digger made music must have been because there was none in his spade ↗

— Herman Melville

#herman-melville #moby-dick #spade #music

I stop fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. T-shirt ↗

— Darynda Jones

#grave #self #demons