My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.
We must make time to reflect on life.Someday this life will be gone.
(n.) A yard or inclosure for the interment of the dead; a cemetery.
A place for the newly weds and nearly deads I'm counting the stones I hope you know I love you.Got a lot of friends 6 feet under us.Counting down the days till we join the party.Thoughts of your night...
In the graveyard built on a garden. The death of Every flower added a little life to the heart of the corpses buried deep inside.
My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyard's bed
Delay is not a help-mate. The cemetary is full of people who thought they could DO IT tomorrow. Do It Now!
Some people die and you realize that the only mark they left on earth are the tomb stones under which they lie. The impacts you make on earth should be something worthy to improve lives.
Stop digging up the past, lay down your shovel, the past is dead.
At the end of all spiritual paths, there lies only a cold graveyard; the path of science is the only path that may give you something better than this!
She glanced around at the tombstones. You’re surrounded by death here. Way too depressing. You really might want to think about getting another job.You see death and sadness in these sunken patches of...
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...
As usual, he saves his wife's for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but...
Seeing that I would never manage to fall asleep, I arose, lit a candle, and after dressing went outside.Beneath the dull glow of the winter moon the snow glowed like pale blue china. The sidewalks spa...
Like weddings, funerals are about unity. Funerals are the unity of a person with the sweet hereafter, assuming that one believes in such a thing.
In the grave, there is neither learning nor working. Learn while you can, work while you can.
Live life with grace, there is no return from the grave.
Graciously live life. There is return from the grave.
Death is the final destiny of every soul.
Graveyards exist because death exists? No! Graveyards exist because we want to know precisely the place of our dead!
But, expostulated Josiah Worthington. But. A human child. A living child. I mean. I mean, I mean. This is a graveyard, not a nursery, blast it.
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