#grave

Full surely there is a blessedness beyond the grave for those who have already entered on it here, and in no other form than that wherein they know it here, at any moment. ↗

— Johann Gottlieb Fichte

#any #beyond #blessedness #entered #form

It's never easy with characters in these dark and grave circumstances but that's my job. ↗

— Patricia Clarkson

#circumstances #dark #easy #grave #job

Go now, verses, on your light feet, you have not trodden hard on the old earth where the graves laugh when they see their guests, the one corpse stacked on top of the other. Go now and stagger to her whom I do not know. ↗

— Hugo Claus

#earth #feet #go #graves #guests

I used to work the graveyard shift. ↗

— Bradley Cooper

#i #shift #used #work

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

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

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

— C.S. Lewis

#grave #symbolism #death

As usual I was working the graveyard shift—an irony I reveled in—at an emergency call center. What other shift would a vampire feel comfortable working? ↗

— Patois

#graveyard-shift #irony #vampire #food

A sematary," I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard and it's short and lotsa New World people have lost the battle. "It's a place for burying dead folk," I say. Her eyes widen. "A place for doing what?" "Don't people die in space?" I ask. "Yeah," she says. "But we burn them. We don't put them in holes." She crosses her arms around herself, mouth and forehead frowning, peering around at the graves. "How can this be sanitary? ↗

— Patrick Ness

#cemetary #cremation #dead #death #dying

The last to fall were the buildings, distant and solemn, the gravestones for an entire world. ↗

— Dan Wells

#building #gravestone #apocalypse