#graveyard

I don’t agree. The morning fog makes the graveyard beautiful, soft and sad as a voice humming a lullaby, but I don’t tell her what I think. She’d call me a weirdo. - Raven Smith ↗

— Rita Stradling

#beauty

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

Ben often comes here. It's some kind of kangaroo graveyard. He likes to collect kangaroo bones. What can I say? It's just something Stink Collectors do. ↗

— J.E. Fison

#graveyard #kangaroos #money

I just started working the graveyard shift at the cemetery. Come to think of it, every shift at the cemetery is the graveyard shift. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #graveyard-shift #funny

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#graveyards #i #personally #pick

I've always considered music stores to be the graveyards of musicians. ↗

— Gary Larson

#considered #graveyards #i #music #musicians

In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as "No Man's Land." Here 1,500 unidentified bodies are buried. At one time, their skin burned with yellow fever; now they lie in a cool, dark place where long ago their arms and legs, hands and feet, were intertwined for eternity. ↗

— Molly Caldwell Crosby

#elmwood #graveyard #graveyards #medicine #yellow

Here lies the bodies of three brothers... enwrapt in silence and the Arms of Death, Exposed to Worms lies three once charming Boys... 1784 ↗

— Diana Hollingsworth Gessler

#charleston #tomestones #white-meeting-house #death

Let not death, nor the graveyard overcome you with fear, for every seed buried in its cold ground, resurrects forth anew, into a blossomed life. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#graveyard #resurrect-life #death

I used to work the graveyard shift. ↗

— Bradley Cooper

#i #shift #used #work