grave

The graveyard is an everlasting resting place.

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

The living has a great hope, we have life to bounce back from any difficulty. The dead had no hope.

Let your only graduation be in the grave.

From the cradle to the grave, joy and pain is the fertilizer for wisdom.

In the grave, there is neither learning nor working. Learn while you can, work while you can.

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.

Façade. One, simple word. But, very complex portents. It__ like living a life of half-dead. You are neither fully inside a grave, nor completely out of it, beyond the oppressive calmness of the slabs, tombstones and plaques. There is one solace though, you soon discover that you are not alone in the vast graveyard of the half-dead. This is what Kamini soon realized when she plunged herself back into the world that the destiny had conspired her to inherit.

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms _ just the two of us are still alive _

You don__ need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave

The only way to survive after death is by breathing life into the universe before death.

I do not believe in the government of the lash, if any one of you ever expects to whip your children again, I want you to have a photograph taken of yourself when you are in the act, with your face red with vulgar anger, and the face of the little child, with eyes swimming in tears and the little chin dimpled with fear, like a piece of water struck by a sudden cold wind. Have the picture taken. If that little child should die, I cannot think of a sweeter way to spend an autumn afternoon than to go out to the cemetery, when the maples are clad in tender gold, and little scarlet runners are coming, like poems of regret, from the sad heart of the earth__nd sit down upon the grave and look at that photograph, and think of the flesh now dust that you beat. I tell you it is wrong; it is no way to raise children! Make your home happy. Be honest with them. Divide fairly with them in everything.

Listen in close, Wall Street Conquistadors, you__e spreading like vapor up through people__ floors, you__e moving en masse under the cracks of our doors and grabbing our children to work in your stores, feeding the needy to make them your whores, but you need to remember the grave you__e digging is yours.

Do we reflect on life? Someday this life will be gone.

Be happy but when sad times come, know that God allow these time for self-realisation.

I live nearby a graveyard, that's where I get all my inspiration for wisdom and life

What are we fighting for? When go down the grave naked?