#cemetery

Tombstones covered the dale, the smooth marble surfaces bright. She had spent days here as a teenager, though not out of any awareness of mortality. Like every adolescent, she intended to live forever. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#cemetery #death #immortality #teenager #death

When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#death #funeral-rites #holden #hope

I have two brothers buried in the military cemetery in Texas. I don't want to see any more of that. ↗

— F. Murray Abraham

#brothers #buried #cemetery #i #military

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #death

I never can pass by the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York without thinking of it not as a gallery of living portraits but as a cemetery of tax-deductible wealth. ↗

— Lewis H. Lapham

#cemetery #gallery #i #living #metropolitan

Not that there seems to be any appropriate place to bury someone, but these municipal cemeteries, or any cemetery at all for that matter, like the ones by the highway, or the ones in the middle of town, with all these bodies with their corresponding rocks - oh it's just too primitive and vulgar, isn't it? The hole, and the box, and the rock on the grass? And we glamorize this process, feel it fitting and dramatic, austerely beautiful, standing there by the hole as we lower the box. It's incredible. Barbaric and base. ↗

— Dave Eggers

#death #funeral #beauty

I visited my old haunt, but somehow without all my old friends there with me, the cemetery just wasn’t the same. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#friendship #haunt #humor #change

It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive. ↗

— John Scalzi

#death #loss #mourning #death

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#death #death

I have no auditory depth perception. She said, “I love you,” and I couldn’t even tell if she was 300 miles away, or 6 feet below my feet and 300 years away.
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— Jarod Kintz

#auditory #cemetery #death #depth-perception #grave