#cemetery

Bores put you in a mental cemetery while you are still walking. ↗

— Elsa Maxwell

#cemetery #mental #put #still #walking

The cemetery of the victims of human cruelty in our century is extended to include yet another vast cemetery, that of the unborn. ↗

— Pope John Paul II

#cemetery #century #cruelty #extended #human

Cemeteries are full of unfulfilled dreams... countless echoes of 'could have' and 'should have'… countless books unwritten… countless songs unsung... I want to live my life in such a way that when my body is laid to rest, it will be a well needed rest from a life well lived, a song well sung, a book well written, opportunities well explored, and a love well expressed. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#books #cemetery #dreams #echoes #goals

Kennedy had been assassinated a month or so before. So we walked to the grave of John Kennedy and ended our walking symbolically at the Arlington National Cemetery. ↗

— Satish Kumar

#assassinated #been #before #cemetery #ended

If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. ↗

— Babe Ruth

#cemetery #either #i #penitentiary

There's no reason to be the richest man in the cemetery. You can't do any business from there. ↗

— Colonel Sanders

#business #cemetery #man #no reason #reason

On the other hand, now that I'm not dependent on fiction for my income, I've been writing more short stories despite the fact that there's no real paying market for short horror other than Cemetery Dance. ↗

— George Stephen

#cemetery #dance #dependent #despite #fact

I stopped in St. Bernadette's Cemetery one of my favorite places... The trunks of six giant oaks rise like columns supporting a ceiling formed by their interlocking crowns. In the quiet space below, is laid out an aisle similar to those in any library. The gravestones are like rows of books bearing the names of those whose names have been blotted from the pages of life; who have been forgotten elsewhere but are remembered here. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#library-books #loss #remeberance #life

In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in every color. True, some are painted, but that doesn’t mean they are less beautiful, and they never wilt. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#cemetery #death #drama #family #fiction

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