Quotes
Quotes about Grave
The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. -Harriet Beecher Stowe.
And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way in the which we go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?
Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
All green was vanished save of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue; Save the green holly with its berries red, And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.
If the whole human race lay in one grave, the epitaph on the headstone might well be: "It seemed a good idea at the time.".
Cruel as death, and hungry at the grave.
No, no! The energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun; And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife, From strength to strength advancing--only he His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.
The one who pursues revenge should dig two graves.
Sentimental irony is a dog that bays at the moon while pissing on graves.
Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me-- (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais)-- Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it, "Italy."
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. [It., Italia, Italia, O tu cui feo la sorte, Dono infelice di bellezza, ond' hai Funesta dote d'infiniti guai Che in fronte scritti per gran doglia porte.]
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire.
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave.
Who in this world of ours their eyes In March first open shall be wise; In days of peril firm and brave, And wear a Bloodstone to their grave.
A justice with grave justices shall sit; He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit.
Art thou a magistrate? then be severe: If studious, copy fair what time hath blurr'd, Redeem truth from his jaws: if a soldier, Chase brave employments with a naked sword Throughout the world. Fool not, for all may have If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave.
