#graveyard

Silas consumed only one food, and it was not bananas. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#blood #book #fantasy #food #funny

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

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

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

Ben often comes here. It's some kind of kangaroo graveyard. He likes to collect kangaroo bones. What can I say? It's just something Stink Collectors do. ↗

— J.E. Fison

#graveyard #kangaroos #money

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#graveyards #i #personally #pick

I feel most empires fell when they started to act human, but then look at Russia. They kept a pretty strong hand, and they fell from Afghanistan alone because Afghanistan is the graveyard of empires. I guess you just can't sustain it. ↗

— Colin Quinn

#afghanistan #alone #because #empires #feel

My Own Epitaph Life's a jest, and all things show it. I thought so once, and now I know it. ↗

— John Gay

#humor #humor

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

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