Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes

A grave is such a quiet place.

Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.

Peace is a certificate you get in the grave.

Peace is in the grave.

Tombstones don't talk back.

That death was near, I suppose I believed, but I saw it only as a rest after the day's work.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

I think we should look forward to death more than we do. Of course everybody hates to go to bed or miss anything, but dying is really the only chance we'll get to rest.

I know what I'm having 'em put on my tombstone: 'I have nothing more to say'.

With awe, around these silent walks I tread; These are the lasting mansions of the dead.

Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said!

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

A corpse is what's left after waking too often.

A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.

I'm tired and I want to rest; I want to get out of this and go lie down somewhere, off where it's dark and no one speaks. Forever.

There'll be plenty of time to rest in the grave.

Always the idea of unbroken quiet broods around the grave. It is a port where the storms of life never beat, and the forms that have been tossed on its chafing waves lie quiet forevermore. There the child nestles as peacefully as ever it lay in its mother's arms, and the workman's hands lie still by his side, and the thinker's brain is pillowed in silent mystery, and the poor girl's broken heart is steeped in a balm that extracts its secret woe, and is in the keeping of a charity that covers all blame.

Here lies Jack Williams. He done his damndest.

The bodies of those that made such a noise and tumult when alive, when dead, lie as quietly among the graves of their neighbors as any others.

When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.

The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.

In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships.