#grave

I try to remember, as I hear about friends getting engaged, that it's not about the ring and it's not about the wedding. It's a grave thing, getting married. And it's easy to get swept up in the wrong things. ↗

— Gwyneth Paltrow

#easy #engaged #friends #get #getting

Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years. ↗

— Jean Paul

#aged #away #been #foes #grave

Every time I think that I'm getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens. ↗

— Elvis Presley

#every #every time #getting #getting old #going

The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality. ↗

— Robert Smithson

#act #graveyards #memories #museums #parks

To say what you feel is to dig your own grave. ↗

— Sinead O'Connor

#feel #grave #own #say #you

Then trust me there's nothing like drinking, So pleasant on this side of the grave: It keeps the unhappy from thinking, And makes e'en the valiant more brave. ↗

— Charles Dibdin

#drinking #grave #keeps #like #makes

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there. ↗

— Edward Young

#angels #arm #confine #grave #legions

These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#think #visit #beauty

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#anger

And now it [grass] seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves, Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps, And here you are the mothers' laps." - Song of Myself: 6 ↗

— Walt Whitman

#grass #graves #love-of-nature #nature #respect