#grave

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

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

If kids like a picture book, they're going to read it at least 50 times. Read anything that often, and even minor imperfections start to feel like gravel in the bed. ↗

— Mark Haddon

#bed #book #even #feel #going

My real mom died when I was born—hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to me, which has never been one of my favorite memories—and Dad married Denise before I’d turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the matter. Denise and I never really clicked. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#darynda-jones #davidson #first-grave-on-the-right #death

Those who begin coercive elimination of dissent soon find themselves exterminating dissenters. Compulsory unification of opinion achieves only the unanimity of the graveyard. ↗

— Robert Jackson

#begin #coercive #compulsory #dissent #dissenters

When I was single my career was my life, so everything I did was of grave importance and was greatly disturbing. ↗

— Rickie Lee Jones

#did #disturbing #everything #grave #greatly

Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs? ↗

— Kami Garcia

#hole #love #beauty

In comparing various authors with one another, I have discovered that some of the gravest and latest writers have transcribed, word for word, from former works, without making acknowledgment. ↗

— Pliny the Elder

#another #authors #comparing #discovered #former

I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave. ↗

— Manfred von Richthofen

#enemy #fallen #grave #his #honored

In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as "No Man's Land." Here 1,500 unidentified bodies are buried. At one time, their skin burned with yellow fever; now they lie in a cool, dark place where long ago their arms and legs, hands and feet, were intertwined for eternity. ↗

— Molly Caldwell Crosby

#elmwood #graveyard #graveyards #medicine #yellow