Grave Yard Quotes & Sayings

Showmen's Rest was truly something to behold. Throughout the entire yard, statues and carvings of elephants, clowns, and tight-rope walkers danced on the gray and white surfaces of tombstones and grave-markers. For the first time, Michael got the feeling that the men and women who'd been buried there were probably really happy with their final resting place. It was a touching tribute, one that honored their passion in life and that had been constructed out of love and respect. — Jacqueline E. Smith

When I'm having good sex, I'm the happiest, least violent person on earth. If people had more and better sex and felt less guilty about it, we'd live in a much better world."
"I am happy to help you in your quest to fuck for world peace."
"I'll take you up on that offer. — Tiffany Reisz

No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed. — William Cowper

Would we believe their story of the dead, when they return? — Lailah Gifty Akita

She considers the past. She measures it and weighs it and holds it in her hand like a plum. The past is everything now, and she understands that this is what it means to be dying: You stop looking forward, instead living for moments that happened years before. — Thomas Christopher Greene

So, what are you going to do about it?"
"Watch this!"
"Oh, that's just freaking great. 'Watch this!' The two most dangerous words in the English language. I'm getting out of here before lightning strikes. — Theodore Jerome Cohen

Tommy asks where Carolyn is.
"She's at Cindy's."
"They live together now," Salvador added.
"Didn't they just start dating?" Tommy asked.
Tiger answered, "Yeah... A couple of WEEKS ago."
Unhappy about the news, Tommy objects to Carolyn moving in with Cindy.
"That's how it happens in our WORLD," Salvador said. "One night you MEET, the next night you MOVE IN, and before you KNOW IT- you're digging a GRAVE IN THE BACK YARD FOR YOUR LOVER DURING A FREAK THUNDERSTORM."
"THAT IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE," Tommy said.
After Salvador apologizes, Tommy asks how Raven's doing in prison.
"Fucking GREAT." Tiger answered. "How do you THINK?"
"No longer on suicide watch?"
"NO... FUCK..."
"Speaking of fucking. Is he still with BULL DOG?"
"I REALLY don't wanna TALK about RAVEN right now- AND WHO HE'S FUCKING. Talk about INAPPROPRIATE. — Giorge Leedy

What an age do we live in, when 'tis a miracle if in ten couples that are married, two of them live so as not to publish to the world that they cannot agree. — Dorothy Osborne

The faintly lit hatchway lay in the dark of the yard like a grave yawning at judgement day in some old apocalyptic painting. — Cormac McCarthy

A cook she certainly was, in the very bone and centre of her soul. Not a ... turkey ... in the barn-yard but looked grave when they saw her approaching, and seemed evidently to be reflecting on their latter end; and certain it was that she was always meditating on trussing, stuffing and roasting, to a degree that was calculated to inspire terror in any reflecting fowl living. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

Improvisation is not a presentational form, except in small doses, or as a game. It's a tool. — Bernard Sahlins

Good swiping is an art in itself. — Jules Feiffer

P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard. — Daniel Keyes

Fans are all I care about - to be honest. If they stop coming to the shows, then I will get worried. — Yelawolf

Be friendly but not chummy with your lawyers. — Georges Doriot

We visit...a neighboring grave-yard. I am by this time in a condition of mind to become a willing inmate of the place. — Thomas Bailey Aldrich

They belong, Temple thinks. They have the stink of belonging wherever they go. This world is their world, and they take possession of every yard they cover, and they run the sun to its grave every night. — Alden Bell

I got this grave yard woman. — Bob Dylan

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

My room is a grave yard of whisky bottles in a swamp of stale beer, cigar ashes, and dick jokes. — Vincent Brooks

The very first essential for success is a perpetually constant and regular employment of violence. — Adolf Hitler

Don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard. — Paul Simon

You don't like this quite country life?" inquired Mrs. Condiment.
"No; no better than I do a quiet country grave-yard. I don't want to return to dust before my time, I tell you," said Cap, yawning dismally over her work. — E.D.E.N. Southworth

Visit the Navy-Yard, and behold a marine, such a man as an American government can make, or such as it can make a man with its black arts, -a mere shadow and reminiscence of humanity, a man laid out alive and standing, and already, as one may say, buried under arms with funeral accompaniments, though it may be, -
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart were hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot,
O'er the grave where our hero we buried. — Henry David Thoreau

As for the momentary madness which had fallen upon him on the eve of his marriage, he had trained himself to regard it as the last of his discarded experiments. The idea that he could ever, in his senses, have dreamed of marrying the Countess Olenska had become almost unthinkable, and she remained in his memory simply as the most plaintive and poignant of a line of ghosts.
But all these abstractions and eliminations made of his mind a rather empty and echoing place, and he supposed that was one of the reasons why the busy animated people on the Beaufort lawn shocked him as if they had been children playing in a grave-yard. — Edith Wharton

The truth shall set your soul free. — Lailah Gifty Akita

When I made you say my name, you couldn't pretend nothing was happening between us, could you? Was that it? I wanted to get inside you, inside your heart," he said huskily. "Did I?" "A little." "Good." He traced her face with one finger again. "A woman is either a wall or a door, beloved." She gave a bleak laugh and looked at him. "Then I guess I'm a door a thousand men have walked through." "No. You are a wall, a stone wall, four feet thick and a hundred feet high. I can't get over you all by myself, but I keep trying." He kissed her. "I need help, Tirzah. — Francine Rivers

I don't want people to get confused. I'm not going to be putting out a gospel album. — Ja Rule