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 ClaptonEric Clapton While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
Aimee BenderAimee Bender 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 ThackerayWilliam Makepeace Thackeray Don’t think of yourself as indispensable or infallible. The cemeteries of the world are full of indispensable men.
Charles de GaulleCharles de Gaulle Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyPercy Bysshe Shelley Tombs are the clothes of the dead and a grave is a plain suit; while an expensive monument is one with embroidery.
Buckminster FullerBuckminster Fuller Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
Emily BronteEmily Bronte If any child of mine becomes an actor I will turn in my grave.
Clark GableClark Gable Being President is a little like being the grounds-keeper at a cemetery: there’s plenty of people below you but no one’s listening.
Bill ClintonBill Clinton I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.
Robert BurnsRobert Burns We’re toxic to each other. And maybe that’s why we love each other.
Norah RoseNorah Rose Maybe I should just let myself feel to the point that I don’t feel anything. It’s the game of feelings, I think it’s time to play with my own.
Astha SrivastavaAstha Srivastava Choosing yourself should not be an option, It should be a decision.
Aradhna S BirenAradhna S Biren I lost parts of me when I split into two and most of those pieces seeped into you.
TMCTMC Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
M.K. StandbyM.K. Standby I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.
Alma-May NoaAlma-May Noa
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