The English peace is the peace of the grave.
Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.
Those who talk of the bible as a monument of English prose are merely admiring it as a monument over the grave of Christianity.
We got through all of Genesis and part of Exodus before I left. One of the main things I was taught from this was not to begin a sentence with And. I pointed out that most sentences in the Bible began with And, but I was told that English had changed since the time of King James. In that case, I argued, why make us read the Bible? But it was in vain. Robert Graves was very keen on the symbolism and mysticism in the Bible at that time.
The butcher with his bloody apron incites bloodshed, murder. Why not? From cutting the throat of a young calf to cutting the throats of our brothers and sisters is but a step. While we ourselves are living graves of murdered animals, how can we expect any ideal conditions on the earth?
Our hearts connect with lots of folks in a lifetime but most of us will go to our graves with no experience of true love.
A grave is such a quiet place.
The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down.
TODD: The history of the world, my love -- LOVETT: Save a lot of graves, Do a lot of relatives favors! TODD: Is those below serving those up above! LOVETT: Ev'rybody shaves, So there should be plenty of flavors! TODD: How gratifying for once to know BOTH: That those above will serve those down below!
Those [Watergate] tapes are going to take me to my grave with a huge smile on my face.
Procrastination is the grave in which opportunity is buried.
If it were not for guests all houses would be graves.
Never the grave gives back what it has won!
If you have ever seen the movie Night of the Living Dead, you have a rough idea how modern corporations and organizations operate, with projects and proposals that everybody thought were killed constantly rising from their graves to stagger back into meetings and eat the brains of the living.
O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of leaves, but let its million palms unfold the adoration of the trees It is a love in darkness wrought obedient to the unseen sun, longer than memory, a thought deeper than the graves of time. The turning spindles of the cells weave a slow forest over space, the dance of love, creation, out of time moves not a leaf, and out of summer, not a shade.
Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.
(To the haters)You are not extinguishing the bright lights of mankind, your're simply burying yourself in an unmarked grave.
When one is already on the edge of the grave, why not resist?
Ambition's cradle oftenest is its grave
In time of grave public crisis, one must have the courage to face a million and one opponents.