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With horror he perceived that, by uniting himself as he had with the dead, he had cut himself off from the living. Stripped of all earthly hope, bereft of every consolation, he was rendered as poor as mortal can possiblybe on this side of the grave.

Every artist takes their final work to the grave.

We must make time to reflect on life.Someday this life will be gone.

I'm already gone. I died that night on the side of that road with my sister.

Perfection isn't everything," she said as she turned and walked away. "I think the flaws are what make it perfect.

With her I'd buried myself, every memory of who I was now, six feet under with the sister I'd put there.

Often I return to the grave after leaving flowers _ tulips, lilies, carnations _ to find the heads eaten by deer. It__ just as good a use for the flowers as any, and one Paul would have liked. The earth is quickly turned over by worms, the processes of nature marching on, reminding me of what Paul saw and what I now carry deep in my bones, too: the inextricability of life and death, and the ability to cope, to find meaning despite this, because of this. What happened to Paul was tragic, but he was not a tragedy.

I stop fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. T-shirt

Delay is not a help-mate. The cemetary is full of people who thought they could DO IT tomorrow. Do It Now!

Prepare for a radio, for nothing is silent like the grave

She bent and placed a single daisy upon the grave. A simple white daisy. The plainest of flowers, perhaps the purest, Elspeth thought. It had cost next to nothing at all, and perhaps that was the point. She wasn__ being cheap. She was being symbolic. In her mind, Andrea deserved only the unstained purity of the simplest of daisies, a daisy that was unsoiled by a wealth that couldn__ find the money to have claimed her soul.

The graveyard is not the final resting place of our dear departed but an ephemeral repository of their remains. The real graveyard, however, is somewhere deep in our heart, where we can always visit them at any time of the day, talk about some unforgettable summers, or cry in solitude as if they were always there for us to stay. And should our twilight come, when we can no longer see the light of the day, some people dear to us will build a graveyard in their hearts. They will let us stay for a while or perhaps longer, as long as they continue to remember, but it does not matter anymore. What is comforting to know, no matter how tragic or tranquil our death may be, somewhere somehow someone will always build a sublime place for us to stay. (Danny Castillones Sillada, The Graveyard In Our Heart)

Some people die and you realize that the only mark they left on earth are the tomb stones under which they lie. The impacts you make on earth should be something worthy to improve lives.

Throw your hands and pull up those in the valley do the hill. However, press your feet on the ground so hard that you don__ fall into the same valley together. Some people__ helping hands became their grave digging tools!

The dead only knows their world.

Death is the final destination of every man.

The greatest loss is the lost of life.

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.