Quotes About Urn

#1. Thanks," she said, and went back to the coffee urn. Not exactly chummy. Suddenly grumpy Alvina

Jerry Spinelli

#2. I don't want to spend a fortune on my cremation urn, but I really do want to look nice at my memorial service.

Lynn Flewelling

#3. For people like me, books are something solid and real, whereas digital stuff is a bit more ethereal. I like the trophy on my shelf, the presence in my home. A nice book is just as valuable as a decoration as a beautiful porcelain urn - and, let's face it, a hell of a lot more useful.

John Romaniello

#4. Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead
Is great Apollo; and the happier he

Edna St. Vincent Millay

#5. The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb.

Isaac McLellan

#6. Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

Horace

#7. Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move, And when this dust falls to the urn In that state I came, return.

Henry Vaughan

#8. With one hand he put
A penny in the urn of poverty,
And with the other took a shilling out.

Robert Pollok

#9. Lay these Bones in an unworthy Urn,
Tombless, with no Remembrance over them.

William Shakespeare

#10. He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.

Lucan

#11. No poem should be an urn to contain a meaning, but a net to catch what meanings float through the day.

J. D. McClatchy

#12. My gramps is a lot like you. No sense of adventure. All he does is sit in his urn...

Cleo Peitsche

#13. Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look
In the pages of my book;
And as these thy hand doth turn,
Know here is my funeral urn.

Adelaide Crapsey

#14. Tina tipped the open urn and watched the heavier pieces of ash fall directly below the cliff into the thorny kiawe bushes. Then the wind swirled, carrying the lightest ashes back towards her, covering her hair and face.

Kim Hornsby

#15. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column and the cups
That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.

William Cowper

#16. They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn

Aeschylus

#17. Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.

Friedrich Schiller

#18. Ina stood and shuffled over tot he urn on the fireplace. Stroked it with a twisted finger. "How are we supposed to get more consecrated soil, now? Taxi drivers always look at you so strangely when you get in with a shovel and say, 'Take me to the nearest graveyard.

Stuart MacBride

#19. Can storied urn, or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?

Thomas Gray

#20. When one that holds communion with the skies
Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise,
And once more mingles with us meaner things,
'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.

William Cowper

#21. One night, I drink too many toasts with vodka, and once in my blameless, virtuous life, I wind up getting sick in a decorative urn. The price? My sister's eternal condemnation." "Not condemnation. But eternal teasing? Definitely.

Claudia Gray

#22. In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
[Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]

Horace

#23. The notes weren't played," he went on, "They were poured from a Grecian urn.

Marisha Pessl

#24. There's many a white hand holds an urn
With lovers' hearts to dust consumed.

George Darley

#25. Whether you lay cold in the ground or warm in an urn the turmoils of life aren't a concern. For some this may be the perfect rhyme except for those you leave behind ...

Stanley Victor Paskavich

#26. One evening, when I was yet in my nurse's arms, I wanted to touch the tea urn, which was boiling merrily ... My nurse would have taken me away from the urn, but my mother said "Let him touch it." So I touched it - and that was my first lesson in the meaning of liberty.

John Ruskin

#27. This was not just any urn. It was a cremation urn, housing the powdered remains of Mrs. Pule's mother Wanda, a woman so mean and nasty that she had it put in writing that upon her death she wished to be cremated and have her ashes scattered over people who had annoyed her.

Gerry Swallow

#28. The long blue shadows of afternoon advanced before me like cheerful ghosts of last summer's growth, dancing past the withered flower borders and the stiff hedges to fall at the feet of a stone nymph, her cascade of water frozen in her urn.

Stephanie Barron

#29. She stepped inside, into warmth and white marble veined with gray, into the strangely spicy scent of whatever the masses of bold flowers cast off from their silver urn on the central table.

J.D. Robb

#30. When Deepa poured Bela some water from the urn that stood on a little stool, in the corner of the room, her grandmother reproached her.
Not that water. Give her the boiled water. She's not made to survive here.

Jhumpa Lahiri

#31. So his life has flowed
From its mysterious urn a sacred stream,
In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure
Alone are mirrored; which, though shapes of ill
May hover round its surface, glides in light,
And takes no shadow from them.

Thomas Noon Talfourd

#32. Nude women are only Art if there's an urn in it," said Fred Colon. This sounded a bit weak even to him, so he added: "Or a plinth. Both is best, o'course. It's a secret sign, see, that they put in to say that it's Art and okay to look at.

Terry Pratchett

#33. Sifting through an urn of cremated remains you cannot tell if a person had successes, failures, grandchildren, felonies. "For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

Caitlin Doughty

#34. For Humanity sweeps onward: where today the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.

James Russell Lowell

#35. At the age of 12 I won the school prize for Best English Essay. The prize was a copy of Somerset Maugham's 'Introduction To Modern English And American Literature.' To this day I keep it on the shelf between my collection of Forester's works and the little urn that contains my mother's ashes.

Wilbur Smith

#36. Evenhanded fate hath but one law for small and great; the ample urn holds all men's names.

Horace

#37. We are all compelled to take the same road; from the urn of death, shaken for all, sooner or later the lot must come forth.
[Lat., Omnes eodem cogimur; omnium
Versatur urna serius, ocius
Sors exitura.]

Horace

#38. If an urn lacks the characteristics of an urn, how can we call it an urn?

Confucius

#39. Charlie still smiled at the urn above the cash register with a gold plaque that said: ASHES OF PROBLEM CUSTOMERS.

Ben Sherwood

#40. O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

#41. The peerless cup afloat
Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph
Swims bearing high above her head.

Robert Browning

#42. If I could get hold of something nasty and drop it in the coffee urn, I could poison them all."
"Too bad your personality's not water-soluble.

Jesse Hajicek

#43. I root through your remains,

looking for the black box. Nothing left

but glossy chunks, a pimp's platinum

tooth clanking inside the urn. I play you


over and over, my beloved conspiracy,

my personal Zapruder film

Erin Belieu

#44. I got his ashes, she said, and I took them out to sea and I scattered his ashes and they didn't even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with green and blue pebbles ...

Charles Bukowski

#45. One universe, one body ... in this urn
the animal night sweats of the spirit burn

Robert Lowell

#46. Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

Friedrich Schiller

#47. And alien tears will fill for him pity's long broken urn. For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn.

Oscar Wilde

#48. The world is running out of good places for ashes.
The Jade Rabbit

Mark Matthews