#grave

Oh, no, I love going into a pen of lions wearing a sign that says Edible Lamb.” -- Manfred ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#manfred #love

There was a place in the Hills, on the first ridge in the Game Reserve, that I myself at the time when I thought that I was to live and die in Africa, had pointed out to Denys as my future burial-place. In the evening, while we sat and looked at the hills from my house, he remarked that then he would like to be buried there himself as well. Since then, sometimes when we drove out in the hills, Denys had said: "Let us drive as far as our graves. ↗

— Isak Dinesen

#graves #africa

What man ever openly apologizes for slander? It is not so much a feeling of slander as it is that of a massive lie, a misdeed not only to the slandered but also to those manipulated in the process. He has made them all, every one, his enemies, thereupon he is so overwhelmed with guilt that he will deny it until his grave. ↗

— Criss Jami

#deceit #defamation #denial #enemy #feelings

I come from a long line of body snatchers, probably the top-notch body snatchers in America. No make that the world. Some people might think it's gross digging up bones or corpses, but who asked them? It's no big deal, but then I've been doing it since I got out of diapers. ↗

— Minda Webber

#frankenstein #ghouls #grave-robbers #monsters #vampires

But the gravest difficulty, and perhaps the most important, in poetry meant solely for recitation, is the difficulty of achieving verbal beauty, or rather of making verbal beauty tell. ↗

— Lascelles Abercrombie

#beauty #difficulty #gravest #important #making

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

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

We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave. ↗

— Christine Keeler

#digging #grave #i #knew #my own

All over the world the wildlife that I write about is in grave danger. It is being exterminated by what we call the progress of civilization. ↗

— Gerald Durrell

#being #call #civilization #danger #exterminated