Grave Quotes
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And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.
Eaton Stannard Barrett
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There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.
Robert Frost
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Love seems to survive life, and to reach beyond it. I think we take it with us past the grave. Do we not still give it to those who have left us? May we not hope that they feel it for us, and that we shall leave it here in one or two fond bosoms, when we also are gone?
William Makepeace Thackeray
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My pops is doing 120 years, I have friends doing life, I have niggas in the grave.
Bobby Shmurda
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Wealth remains behind on earth while ibadaah accompanies you into the grave.
Al-Shafi‘i
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We are an overfed and undernourished nation digging an early grave with our teeth.
Ezra Taft Benson
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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
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The grave is a very small hillock, but we can see farther from it, when standing on it, than from the highest mountain in all the world.
August Tholuck
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If it is true that cowardice is the most grave vice, then the dog, at least, is not guilty of it.
Mikhail Bulgakov
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Like DiMaggio putting daily flowers on Marilyn’s grave, I find myself compulsively drifting past here every day in a vigil that only reinforces my unredeemability.
Edward Vilga
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We who are crushed to earth with heavy chains, who travel a weary, rugged, thorny road, groping through midnight darkness on earth, earn our right to enjoy the sunshine in the great hereafter. At the grave, at least, we should be permitted to lay our burdens down, that a new world, a world of brightness, may open to us. The light that is denied us here should grow into a flood of effulgence beyond the dark, mysterious shadows of death.
Elizabeth Keckley
