#grave

So I was surprised at the notion that I might have brought anthrax to my home, and would have been even amused if it was not for the fact that this matter is so grave and serious. ↗

— Steven Hatfill

#anthrax #been #brought #even #fact

Mr. Gonzales' failure to respond to questions legitimately posed to him by the Senate raises grave doubts in my mind as to his fitness to serve the people of the United States as their Attorney General. ↗

— Daniel Inouye

#attorney general #doubts #failure #fitness #general

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. ↗

— Thomas Ken

#dread #grave #i #little #live

Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs? ↗

— Kami Garcia

#hole #love #beauty

Only weeks after Oslo began, when nearly all the world and most of Israel was drunk with the idea of peace, I argued that a Palestinian society not constrained by democratic norms would be a fear society that would pose a grave threat to Israel. ↗

— Natan Sharansky

#argued #began #constrained #democratic #drunk

I hate this place. I shall hate it to my grave. ↗

— Wallis Simpson

#hate #i #place #shall

The dusty tombs of long-dead exorcist priests lay in the alcoves below, surmounted by stone effigies, the features eroded by the passing of time and the reverent caresses of their grateful parishioners, a reminder, she knew all too well, of the brevity of life. ↗

— Sarah Ash

#death #grave #life #loss #time

Oh, no, I love going into a pen of lions wearing a sign that says Edible Lamb.” -- Manfred ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#manfred #love

Everything was gone, the garden of wind and light, the Chrysalis, the Mother and her sister-crones, the rowan tree, everything. I was in a grove–no, it was a triad of trees: apple, oak, hazel. And at my feet something that smacked of familiar miens, a stone half buried in a pitch of heather. A stone bearing my name and a date I could hardly remember. A moment passed, another and in those moments I stood numb with gluey feet at the foot of my own grave. For the first time since I’d come to the Faeran Valley, I was alone. And the silence was deafening ↗

— Debi Cimo

#grave #moment #silence #dating

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. ↗

— Fred E. Weatherly

#grave #lament #death