#grave

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I have seen him set fire to his wigwam and smooth over the graves of his fathers... clap his hand in silence over his mouth, and take the last look over his fair hunting ground, and turn his face in sadness to the setting sun.


George Catlin


#face #fair #fathers #fire #graves

Insanity does NOT run in my family. It strolls through, takes it's time, and gets to know everyone personally - T-Shirt


Darynda Jones


#family

He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought.


Darynda Jones


#first-grave-on-the-right #funny #funny

Yeah, Life is a bitch and then you get stabbed.


Jeaniene Frost


#life

Yeah, isn’t it? Life’s a bitch and then one stabs you.


Jeaniene Frost


#life

With respect to the first of these obstacles, it has often been made a matter of grave complaint against Political Economists, that they confine their attention to Wealth, and disregard all consideration of Happiness or Virtue.


Nassau William Senior


#attention #been #complaint #confine #consideration

Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life, It's pain, It's pleasure, Leave no path untaken.


Neil Gaiman


#dancing #life #love #name #neil-gaiman

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it 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 are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps, And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. ... What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.


Walt Whitman


#grass #graves #life #beauty

But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.


Jim Butcher


#grave-peril #harry-dresden #human-race #harry-dresden

I love you. You have no idea what you are worth to me.


Jeaniene Frost


#grave #halfway #love