#yard

I Knew why I felt at home. The spirit of freedom was hovering over that play yard as it did all over France at that time. A country was free again. ↗

— Audie Murphy

#country #did #felt #france #free

If you don't try to win you might as well hold the Olympics in somebody's back yard. ↗

— Jesse Owens

#hold #might #olympics #somebody #try

This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey) ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#country #finding-yourself #inspiring #journey #literature

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

As usual I was working the graveyard shift—an irony I reveled in—at an emergency call center. What other shift would a vampire feel comfortable working? ↗

— Patois

#graveyard-shift #irony #vampire #food

A sematary," I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard and it's short and lotsa New World people have lost the battle. "It's a place for burying dead folk," I say. Her eyes widen. "A place for doing what?" "Don't people die in space?" I ask. "Yeah," she says. "But we burn them. We don't put them in holes." She crosses her arms around herself, mouth and forehead frowning, peering around at the graves. "How can this be sanitary? ↗

— Patrick Ness

#cemetary #cremation #dead #death #dying

~“She likes my dog, doesn’t take my crap, and looks at me like I can be the kind of man Dad was. When she cooks…she wears this apron…And I love her so damn much that I have no idea how I’m suppose to wake up tomorrow and pretend like my life hasn’t just fucking ended” Marco Delucca ↗

— Marina Adair

#marco-delucca #st-helena-vineyard #summerin-napa #love

It is exactly the fear of revenge that motivates the deepest crimes, from the killing of the enemy's children lest they grow up to play their own part, to the erasure of the enemy's graveyards and holy places so that his hated name can be forgotten. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#crime #fear #graveyards #infanticide #murder

Chicago's buoy was a couple of hundred yards astern of Arizona, and I was saddened to look at her. ↗

— Jack Adams

#buoy #chicago #couple #her #hundred