#bury

The main reason for the failure of the modern medical science is that it is dealing with results and not causes. Nothing more than the patching up of those attacked and the burying of those who are slain, without a thought being given to the real strong hold. ↗

— Edward Bach

#being #burying #causes #dealing #failure

Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living. ↗

— Paul Eldridge

#dead #lies #living #only #our

The feminine mystique has succeeded in burying millions of American women alive. ↗

— Betty Friedan

#american #american women #burying #feminine #millions

There's no point in burying a hatchet if you're going to put up a marker on the site. ↗

— Sydney J. Harris

#going #hatchet #no point #point #put

I have nothing against undertakers personally. It's just that I wouldn't want one to bury my sister. ↗

— Jessica Mitford

#bury #i #just #nothing #personally

My visit this autumn is an opportunity to continue that rich tradition of visits between Canterbury and Rome. ↗

— Rowan Williams

#between #canterbury #continue #opportunity #rich

Ask me, then, if I believe in the spirit of the things as they were used, and I'll say yes. They're all here. All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. And we'll never be able to use them without feeling uncomfortable. And somehow the mountains will never sound right to us; we'll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time, and the mountains were shaped and seen under those names. The names we'll give to the canals and mountains and cities will fall like so much water on the back of a mallard. No matter how we touch Mars, we'll never touch it. And then we'll get mad at it, and you know what we'll do? We'll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#the-martian-chronicles #change

Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart. These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#ray-bradbury #death

This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#in-a-burying-ground #life #soul #death

There's a lot you can do with a name like Amelia. You can play with it, sure, is what you think I'm going to say. Make it cute (Amy), or cuter (Millie), complaining (Meelie), or French, I guess, like the movie (Amélie). You can step right into that name, is what I mean, and walk around. Swim with it or spill it on your shirt. Whisper it over like a sad, soft ache, or bark it out aloud like a mad, manic message: camellia, come heee-re, a-million, ah murder you, ye-eah. ↗

— Jaclyn Moriarty

#dreaming-of-amelia #jaclyn-moriarty #names #dreams