Top 100 Quotes About My Grave
#1. Bury me and I'll thrive as countless insects.
I bend neither to your weapon nor will.
Even as you trample upon my bones I cower not under your soulless tread, or fear your shadow casting upon my grave.
Vaddey Ratner
#2. They were back. The demons in all their glory. And they had a plan. I made plans sometimes, too, but they rarely involved world domination. Hot dogs on a grill, maybe. Tequila.
Darynda Jones
#3. Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."
My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look.
Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right.
"It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven."
"Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.
Jeaniene Frost
#4. The Grave is no bar to my call."
"Let whosoever sounds me think not of glory, but only of salvation.
Robert Jordan
#5. I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps.
Benito Perez Galdos
#6. If I'm taking a picture of Brancusi's grave, I know that there's something of him, of his mortal remains, beneath my feet, and there's something beautiful about that.
Patti Smith
#7. Grave doubts as to whether I was in my place in the church, would keep rising and floating about, like rain-clouds within me.
George MacDonald
#8. I will go to my grave believing that participation is best driven by the well-stocked shop window.
Sebastian Coe
#9. I've always been interested in the social conflict of my age, my own time, as well as the result of positive and negative of social change, and the ongoing quest we all have, from the cradle to the grave, for identity.
Stephanie Rothman
#10. I will go to my grave in a state of abject endless fascination that we all have the capacity to become emotionally involved with a personality that doesn't exist.
Berkeley Breathed
#11. If any of those who were awakened by my ministry, did after that fall back (as sometimes too many did), I can truly say, their loss hath been more to me, than if one of my own children, begotten of my own body, had been going to its grave:
John Bunyan
#12. Call me infidel, call me atheist, call me what you will, I intend so to treat my children, that they can come to my grave and truthfully say: 'He who sleeps here never gave us a moment of pain. From his lips, now dust, never came to us an unkind word.
Robert G. Ingersoll
#13. The mother who lay in the grave, was the mother of my infancy; the little creature in her arms, was myself, as I had once been, hushed for ever on her bosom.
Charles Dickens
#14. When my wife's Aunt Caroline was in her nineties, she lived with us, and she once remarked: 'Remembrance is sufficient of the beauty we have seen.' I cherish the remembrance of the beauty I have seen. I cherish the grave, compulsive word.
E.B. White
#15. I rode all day.
I cried all night.
The moon didn't glow.
The sun didn't rise.
A comet blazed
Between my eyes.
West and South,
Wind and rain.
Every way is
Just the same.
Pray give me a box
To hide inside.
Pray give me a spade
To dig my own grave.
Gail Carson Levine
#16. When I was 8 years old, I became depressed. I kept asking why I was born this way [without arms and legs]. I also worried about my future. At the age of 10, I tried to commit suicide because I felt like giving up. But when I imagined my loving parents crying at my grave, I decided to stay.
Nick Vujicic
#17. I have them a few minutes to absorb everything while I teased Ubie, who only had to recover from his near-death experience. I was so glad Reyes hadn't ripped him to shreds. I liked him much better un-shredded. Unlike, say, my preference for lettuce or heavy metal guitar solos.
Darynda Jones
#18. I love you, Lottie, and I want to make you my wife." Stone's low voice rumbled between them. Ardent. Unwavering. Determined. "I'll pursue you," he vowed, "until a parson either joins us in marriage or speaks words over my grave.
Karen Witemeyer
#19. Honey, I am going to my grave with my eyelashes and my makeup on.
Tammy Faye Bakker
#20. I'd have to be dead in my grave before I stopped fighting for you, Madeline. Even then, I'd move six feet of earth to find a way.
-Logan
Tessa Dare
#21. A word I want to see written on my grave: I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you. Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.
Khalil Gibran
#22. All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave ...
Eric Clapton
#23. Writing is a deeper sleep than death.
Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave,
I can't be dragged from my desk at night.
Franz Kafka
#25. Remember that time I punched you in front of my father's grave? I ask in a sentimental voice.
Beth Revis
#26. We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
Christine Keeler
#27. It's never easy with characters in these dark and grave circumstances but that's my job.
Patricia Clarkson
#28. Consume more than you need This is the dream Make you pauper Or make you queen I won't die lonely I'll have it all prearranged A grave that's deep and wide enough For me and all my mountains o'things
Tracy Chapman
#29. I never wanted anyone to know about me and Osama [Bin Laden]. I wanted that to be a secret that I carried to my grave, and since I wasn't the one who revealed it'it's definitely something that I wish was in the closet. It's destroyed my career.
Kola Boof
#30. Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -
The water below is as dark as the grave,
And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat -
It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat
Margaret Atwood
#31. One doesn't simply write about Lyndon Johnson. You get the Johnson treatment from beyond the grave - arm around you, nose to nose. I should admit that he also reminds me of my father, quite an overbearing and narcissistic character. And in some ways, he reminds me of myself. Another workaholic.
Robert Dallek
#32. The one thing I learned in my youth as a grave robber was that everyone looks the same when they're dead. We're all equal then. So when I meet a chap, sitting on his high horse, I imagine him dead. He's not quite so intimidating then.
Lorraine Heath
#33. The introduction of the doctrine of polygamy was the first time in my life that I desired the grave, and I could hardly get over it for a long time. And when I saw a funeral, I felt to envy the corpse its situation.
Brigham Young
#34. If any child of mine becomes an actor I will turn in my grave.
Clark Gable
#35. Being president of too many well-meaning organizations put my father into an early grave. The lesson in this was not lost on me.
Roy Blount Jr.
#36. My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.
William Blake
#37. I've been accused of bad taste, and I'll go down to my grave accused of it and always by the same people, the ones who eat in restaurants that reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.
Lenny Bruce
#38. The newest animal Route 5 had used up, it seemed, was my daughter's beloved pet. We buried Smucky in the pet sematary. My daughter made the grave marker, which read Smucky: He was obediant. (Smucky wasn't in the least obedient, of course; he was a cat, for heaven's sake.)
Stephen King
#39. My only answer is, if my grave stood open on one side and you upon the other I'd go into my grave before I would take one step to meet you.
Louisa May Alcott
#40. My father provided; he gathered things to himself and let them fall upon the world; my clothes, my food, my luxurious hopes had fallen to me from him, and for the first time his death seemed, even at its immense stellar remove of impossibility, a grave and dreadful threat.
John Updike
#41. You want me to be killed? Why are you taking away my knife? I guess you realize you're sending me to my grave?
Henri Charriere
#42. I don't think of myself as funny. I think of myself as rather grave, actually. And I'm suspicious of fun. I never quite know what that is or how to deal with it or how to generate it. That's my fault. I know it's a burden on the people I'm with. It's tiresome.
Hugh Laurie
#43. Well, spit on my empty grave
if it ain't the attack of the Disney princesses!
Amy Plum
#44. You have every right to hate me for this lifetime and many others. You have every right to never see me again. To spit on my grave. But tonight, now, I'm not going to give up on you or," his voice fell with weight, "die trying.
Karina Halle
#45. I am of course confident that I will fulfill my tasks as a writer in all circumstances
from my grave even more successfully and more irrefutably than in my lifetime.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
#46. If my father was alive to hear that, he'd turn over in his grave.
Yogi Berra
#47. Well; I would rather die yonder than in a street, or on a frequented road, ' I reflected. 'And far better that crows and ravens -if any ravens there be in these regions- should pick my flesh from my bones, than that they should be prisoned in a work-house coffin, and moulder in a pauper's grave.
Charlotte Bronte
#48. If I thought I was head over heels for him before, this time I was so far gone, it's like I fell into my own grave. Head over heels and down a whole. Bury me with dirt, stick a stake into my heart, and call it a day.
Karina Halle
#49. I guess I'm a hopeless case. No matter how much I try, his existence won't budge out of my mind. The only thing left for me to do is to focus on becoming a career woman, stay single for the rest of my life and go to my grave clutching a photo of his in my hand.
Kaoru Tada
#50. In the last, lorn fight
'gainst the fall of long night,
the mountains stand guard,
and dead shall be ward,
for the grave is no bar to my call.
Robert Jordan
#51. INTO PARADISE MAY THE ANGELS LEAD YOU,'" he'd said over my mother's grave; and so I say that one for him - I know it was one of his favorites. I am always saying prayers for Owen Meany. And
John Irving
#52. Every second I spend waiting,
Drags me closer to this grave.
I'm not alone.
No, I'm just on my own.
Tegan Quin
#53. I know that I will go to my grave as Professor Sprout, whatever else I've done.
Miriam Margolyes
#54. I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment'.
Andy Warhol
#55. I wonder what her secret is. Everyone has one, a skeleton in the closet just waiting for a necromancer. I'd rather not have my shit lifted up from the grave and sicced on the world, but it looks like it's happening whether I want it to or not.
C.M. Stunich
#56. Tomorrow," he shouted, "you do not fight for me! I fight for you! I fight for Wessex! I fight for your wives, for your children and your homes! Tomorrow we fight and, I swear to you on my father's grave and on my children's lives, tomorrow we shall win!
Bernard Cornwell
#58. The fault lies not with you she says this so gently it makes me want to cry. I have never shed a tear, not throughout all my father's beatings or guillo's mauling, but a few kind words from this women and it is all i can do not to bawl like a babe.
Robin LaFevers
#59. Get off me, Bran!" she howled, her sweet breath brushing his lips when she turned her head to look at him. "If you get yourself killed bein' all heroic and brave, I swear on my granddaddy's grave, I'll murder you!
Julie Ann Walker
#60. An emergency stash of Thin Mints. Frickin' Girl Scouts. Those things were way to addictive. They had to be laced with crack. Charlie Davidson Fourth Grave Beneath my Feet
Darynda Jones
#61. You can dig a hole in my heart and bury all your sadness. I'll be your grave.
Vaddey Ratner
#62. I love life. I love my friends. I love to eat. Too many things, I love. I am very much an anti-historical character. I am attracted to happy people. Happy people with very grave problems.
Lina Wertmuller
#63. I am very comfortable with conflict, be it of the legal or mortal kind. My father was a mediator, a bridge maker. I am a grave maker.
J.R. Ward
#64. I always sense the future, the antithesis of everything is always before my eyes. I have never seen a child without thinking that it would grow old, nor a cradle without thinking of a grave. The sight of a naked woman makes me imagine her skeleton.
Paul Auster
#65. He reminded me of Gerald Roma from grade school, who used to burn ants with a magnifying glass. He was never quite right. It was weird that he spontaneously combusted during finals week our freshman year in college. Payback was a bitch.
Darynda Jones
#66. At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.
Jack Kerouac
#67. I killed my ex lovers
and buried to my memories' grave.
It is January
And I am tired of being brave.
Arzum Uzun
#68. Thou at the sight
Pleased, out of Heaven shalt look down and smile,
While by thee raised I ruin all my foes,
Death last, and with his carcass glut the grave.
John Milton
#69. My real mom died when I was born - hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to
me, which has never been one of my favorite memories - and Dad married Denise before I'd turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the
matter. Denise and I never really clicked.
Darynda Jones
#70. The fact that I ever raised my hand against a woman disgusts me. It was a f**king atrocious, unforgivable way to behave, and there's no excuse for it, ever. And like I said before, it's something I'll take to the grave with me.
Ozzy Osbourne
#71. Every day, I take steps to resolve all my karmic ties, live with intention, smile and laugh often, express my love, and act on what brings me fulfillment. Why wait until we have one foot in the grave to suddenly become spiritual, forgiving, and at peace with the world?
Alaric Hutchinson
#72. I think I'll take my record of 13 goals to the grave.
Just Fontaine
#74. All I know about the Jews is what my grandfather taught me. "They are the most godless people," he used to say. "They start off from the idea that good must happen here, not beyond the grave. Therefore, they work only for the conquest of this world.
Umberto Eco
#75. My room is a grave yard of whisky bottles in a swamp of stale beer, cigar ashes, and dick jokes.
Vincent Brooks
#76. I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!
Victor Hugo
#77. At my death paint my body with red paint and plunge it into fresh water to be restored back to life, otherwise my bones will be turned into stone and my joints into flint in my grave, but my spirit will rise
Crazy Horse
#78. Jiu Jitsu gives me an ideal to strive toward. Technical mastery lies on an infinite continuum and completion of this skill is impossible. Every time I train I have something that I can improve upon, and this will hold true for each and every training session that lies between me and my grave.
Chris Matakas
#79. I want a big 25-foot pink statue that holds my grave. Or I also might like the way the Indians did it. They hang you up on the top of a tree and the birds eat you. No, really I would probably choose cremating.
Jack Nicholson
#80. My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.
Anthony Kiedis
#81. Are you blushing right now, Ellamara?"
"I'm pretty sure even my grandmother is blushing in her grave after that visual, Cinder.
Kelly Oram
#82. No, my secrets are of the grave and must be kept. And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land is hell.
Malcolm Lowry
#83. But you cannot expect every writer to dwell on human suffering. I think my books do deal with grave issues. People who say they are too positive probably haven't read them.
Alexander McCall Smith
#84. No, how should I fear the touch of those vanished hands laid on me in love knowing? How could I be afraid of those that molded my flesh, leaving their remnants to live long past the grave?
Diana Gabaldon
#86. I told them that I'd need a larger casket."
I don't want to know. "Why?"
"Because I plan on spending the majority of my afterlife turning over in my grave while Elizabeth Adler rubs the fact that she already has three grandkids and a handsome son-in-law in my face.
Adrianne Brooks
#87. It is up to my spirit to find the truth. But how? Grave uncertainty, each time the spirit feels beyond its own comprehension; whenit, the explorer, is altogether to obscure land that it must search and where all its baggage is of no use. To search? That is not all: to create.
Marcel Proust
#88. And when my spirit wants no stimulus or nourishment save music, I know it is to be sought in cemeteries: the musicians hide in the tombs; from grave to grave flute trills, harp chords answer one another.
Italo Calvino
#89. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down.
William Shakespeare
#90. It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.
Neil Gaiman
#91. I trust Jesus with all my tomorrows, knowing that He will solve the mystery of life beyond the grave.
Billy Graham
#92. How do I know you'll keep your word?" asked Coraline.
"I swear it," said the other mother. "I swear it on my own mother's grave."
"Does she have a grave?" asked Coraline.
"Oh yes," said the other mother. "I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl out, I put her back.
Neil Gaiman
#93. If you tell me to leave, I'll turn and walk away. I swear that, Ivy, but I had to try one more time. I'm not going to possibly go to my grave without trying. Please. Don't let me go.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#94. Ida Belle nodded. All sorts of things rose out of the ground during Edgar. Why, my mother's coffin popped straight up out of the grave and cruised down Main Street. I always said you couldn't keep Moter down
Jana Deleon
#95. I considered the being whom I had cast among mankind and endowed with the will and power to effect purposes of horror, such as the deed which he had now done, nearly in the light of my own vampire, my own spirit let loose from the grave and forced to destroy all that was dear to me.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
#96. There's no quiet place here on earth for our love, not in the village and not anywhere else, so I picture a grave, deep and narrow, in which we embrace as if clamped together, I bury my face against you, you yours against me, and no one will ever see us.
Franz Kafka
#97. And my heart is a handful of dust, / And the wheels go over my head, / And my bones are shaken with pain, / For into a shallow grave they are thrust, / Only a yard beneath the street,' something, something, 'enough to drive one mad.
Edward St. Aubyn
#99. MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT.
Patricia Briggs
#100. Come to my grave someday, and tell me that the North and South are reunited." It
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