Quotes
Quotes about Grave
So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue, And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce Lie still without a fee.
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, 'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain-turf should break.
We are getting into semantics again. If we use words, there is a very grave danger they will be misinterpreted.
A life of leisure and a life of laziness are two things. There will be sleeping enough in the grave.
And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.
What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others. -Pericles.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
To be listened to is, generally speaking, a nearly unique experience for most people. It is enormously stimulating. It is small wonder that people who have been demanding all their lives to be heard so often fall speechless when confronted with one who gravely agrees to lend an ear. Man clamors for the freedom to express himself and for knowing that he counts. But once offered these conditions, he becomes frigthened. -Robert C. Murphy.
The average Ph.D thesis is nothing but the transference of bones from one graveyard to another.
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in 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.
Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave.
But O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
Tombs are the clothes of the dead; a grave is but a plain suit; a rich monument is an embroidered one.
Tombs are the clothes of the dead. A grave is but a plain suit, and a rich monument is one embroidered.
Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the life and soul return after death to noble leaders. [Lat., Incisa notis marmora publicis, Per quae spiritus et vita redit bonis Post mortem ducibus.]
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.-- This grave shall have a living monument. An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Till then in patience our proceeding be.
If we work upon marble it will perish. If we work upon brass time will efface it. If we rear temples they will crumble to dust. But if we work upon men's immortal minds, if we imbue them with high principles, with the just fear of God and love of their fellow men, we engrave on those tablets something which no time can efface, and which will brighten and brighten to all eternity.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands, And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
The graveyards are full of indispensable men.
In grave difficulties, and with little hope, the boldest measures are the safest. Livy Never make a defense or apology before you be accused.
Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just, Stoop'd down serene and wrote them on the dust, Trod under foot, the sport of every wind, Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind, There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie, And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty eye.
The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment.
