“ I remember calling the council's cemetery department to ask about body decomposition in different soil types. Once they had verified that I was a novelist and not a sicko, they were extremely helpful. Sara Sheridan
“ My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyard's bed Munia Khan
“ The Westwood Cemetery is just a few blocks from my home, and a number of my very dear friends are buried there. Hugh Hefner
“ It's like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world. Christopher Hitchens
“ I shook with cold and fear, without being able to answer. After a lapse of some moments, I was again called. I made an effort to speak, and then felt the bandage which wrapped me from head to foot. It… James Hain Friswell
“ My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral. Simona Panova
“ He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery. Katherine McIntyre
“ Sometimes to escape the noise of haunting memories, you need your best friends hand in your own, to help erase the sound and fill you with a sense of peace, even if it’s temporary. Andrea Michelle
“ The harbour of influence is richer in the cemeteries where people are buried with their music on their tongues unsung. Don't leave your potentials untouched! Israelmore Ayivor
“ What could you possibly hope to find in a cemetary?" The women said. "The dead tell no secrets and the living seldom come to visit them. Felix Alexander
“ He’d seen a lot of bizarre items left at gravesides, like a carton of eggs, a pair of reading glasses, a bag of licorice, smooth stones, a spoon. Sheri Webber
“ John Wesley’s own grave holds the bones of many other people, including at least five ministers. One can only imagine the bickering. Jared Brock
“ At the very point that I’ve taken something for granted, I have at that same moment taken it to its grave. And if I look around, I realize I’ve cultivated quite a cemetery. Craig D. Lounsbrough
“ The beauty of the twentieth century is the charm of the hospital, the grace of the cemetery, of consumption and emaciation. I admit that I have submitted to it all; worse, I have loved with all my hea… Jean Lorrain
“ The graveyard is not the final resting place of our dear departed but an ephemeral repository of their remains. The real graveyard, however, is somewhere deep in our heart, where we can always visit t… Danny Castillones Sillada
