buried

I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead.And buried.

Not everything buried is actually dead. For many, the past is alive.

Once we get to know where and why the skeletons of the past are buried, we can start wading across our muddled memories into the open plains of a new horizon. ("Going back to yesterday")

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

I said nothing. Deep inside of me, my voice screamed from a hole where I had buried it

I realized that whilst crying over the loss, the living did not seem adequate because they were not my loved one. The room full of strangers hurt me profusely. Even as I saw thousands of young people; I felt incomplete and more saddened because the one I wanted to see was buried.

Two things I ask of my God today. That my faith be hoisted high like a kite up in the sky and my fear be buried deeply like a carcass into the soil.

The great writer evokes the words that buried within hearts of readers.

The harbour of influence is richer in the cemeteries where people are buried with their music on their tongues unsung. Don't leave your potentials untouched!

The dead are immune from our prison of Time. The distance between the living and dead may be vast, but the space of Time the dead experience when they are reunited with their loved ones is only paper-thin.

The fact that you have just buried your parent or parents and/or sibling or siblings does not make you less likely to die today.

I buried Joel on our 48th anniversary. I had been with her since I was 16.

I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.

We are all Dead, just not yet buried.

John Wesley__ own grave holds the bones of many other people, including at least five ministers. One can only imagine the bickering.

Every hurt buried deepin the mindhas an uncanny abilityto surface and make its presence feltwhen I am feeling low, hugging me like a long lost friend

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

Buried treasure isn't worth much.