#grave

Some people talk about Haiti as being the graveyard of development projects. ↗

— Paul Farmer

#being #development #graveyard #haiti #people

We should so provide for old age that it may have no urgent wants of this world to absorb it from meditation on the next. It is awful to see the lean hands of dotage making a coffer of the grave. ↗

— Pearl S. Buck

#absorb #awful #grave #hands #lean

Put no inscription over the grave, except the date of my birth and my death; and, wherever I am buried, let the funeral be perfectly private, with as few persons attending, and as little show and expense as possible. ↗

— Isaac Butt

#attending #birth #buried #date #death

I should like these few words to be read over the grave when my body is placed in the earth; for though it is possible I may be present and conscious of what is going on, I shall not be able to communicate. ↗

— Edward Carpenter

#body #communicate #conscious #earth #few

I used to work the graveyard shift. ↗

— Bradley Cooper

#i #shift #used #work

The fact that a Republican is in the late Senator Kennedy's old seat probably must have him rolling in his grave, probably spilling his drink. ↗

— Ann Coulter

#fact #grave #him #his #kennedy

Some people asked me if I would be interested in managing the A's. I said a definite no thank you. At night, that place is a graveyard with lights. ↗

— Whitey Herzog

#definite #graveyard #i #interested #lights

Every couple I know has side-by-side grave plots, but when we do it we're the biggest weirdos on the block. ↗

— Billy Bob Thornton

#block #couple #every #grave #i

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