#graveyard

It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-graveyard-book #work

The graveyards are full of indispensable men. ↗

— Charles de Gaulle

#graveyards #indispensable #men

You 're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-graveyard-book #change

Let not death, nor the graveyard overcome you with fear, for every seed buried in its cold ground, resurrects forth anew, into a blossomed life. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#graveyard #resurrect-life #death

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

— Paul Farmer

#being #development #graveyard #haiti #people

Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name and buried treasure. Face your life, it's pain, it's pleasure, Leave no path untaken. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#life

The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality. ↗

— Robert Smithson

#act #graveyards #memories #museums #parks

One grave in every graveyard belongs to the ghouls. Wander any graveyard long enough and you will find it - water stained and bulging, with cracked or broken stone, scraggly grass or rank weeds about it, and a feeling, when you reach it, of abandonment. It may be colder than the other gravestones, too, and the name on the stone is all too often impossible to read. If there is a statue on the grave it will be headless or so scabbed with fungus and lichens as to look like fungus itself. If one grave in a graveyard looks like a target for petty vandals, that is the ghoul-gate. If the grave wants to make you be somewhere else, that is the ghoul-gate. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #graveyard #death

Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fear”) ↗

— George Sterling

#graveyard #horror #scary #supernatural #trees

Blasted grave marker. There sure are a bloody lot of them. They've got some nerve burying all these dead people here. ↗

— Tess Oliver

#humor #humor