graveyard

Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(__ Dream of Fear_)

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

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

The graveyard is every man final resting place.

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

As usual, he saves his wife's for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.

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.

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.

Graciously live life. There is return from the grave.

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

know one day, I will be gone.

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

We are only mortal flesh.

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