Don't get buried in the thick of thin things.
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
Bulb: potential flower buried in Autumn, never to be seen again.
Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.
Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.
The worst of us is not without innocence, although buried deeply it might be.
Many a good poetic vein is buried under a trade, and never produces any thing for want of improvement.
We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty
You don't want to live in the past. Everything in life is in the future. You don't want to continue to be buried in the past.
Experience is all I have. I equate song-writing with archeology. Every day you dig. You dig into different places within yourself - even finding places that you've rarely been. And buried within the soil is song.
All things are the same, familiar in enterprise, momentary in endurance, coarse in substance. All things now are as they were in the day of those whom we have buried.
Most people die at age 25 and are buried at age 65.
I expected the illegible and the deeply buried in me to be read as if carved on my forehead, just as I expected the obvious and the ill-concealed to be hidden from view.
I want to be buried with a mobile phone, just in case I'm not dead.
The wife's Mother said, ‘When you're dead, I'll dance in your grave. ’ I said: ‘Good, I'm being buried at sea’.
The Soul is shriveled up and buried in a grave that does not love.
Just previous to the birth of my little son, my mind gave way and my child was born in the asylum for the insane at Stockton, Cal. My boy was buried there.
I believe that one of the reasons Gravity Falls is such an unusual place, maybe part of the reason that the stoplights switch on and off at random times and cell phones don't get proper reception and compasses spin wildly - is because of the strange kinetic influence of the UFO buried just underneath everyone's feet.
The writer's life [is] full of frailty and defeat like any other life. What counts is the work. Yet the work can quite easily be buried, or half-buried, by the life.
If something is buried in the past, leave it buried. . . . Such dwelling on past lives, including past mistakes, is just not right! It is not the gospel of Jesus Christ. . . . In cases of marriage and family,. . . we can end up destroying so many others.