Benjamin Jowett Quotes

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

We treated all of the dead with dignity.

Go now, verses, on your light feet, you have not trodden hard on the old earth where the graves laugh when they see their guests, the one corpse stacked on top of the other. Go now and stagger to her whom I do not know.

How many people have a family grave in the backyard? I'm sure I'll end up there, or I'll shrink my head and put it in a glass box in the living room. I'll get more tourists to Graceland that way.

You look like a talent scout for a cemetery.

The first funeral for Andrew Goodman was at night and it was a lot of work. To begin with they had to kill him.

Tombs are the clothes of the dead and a grave is a plain suit; while an expensive monument is one with embroidery.

He would make a lovely corpse.

I love a cardboard coffin. Both Mummy and Daddy went off in cardboard coffins, painted - Daddy's was rifle green. Beautifully made.

My father died in France, and my sisters and I went over with my mum to bring back his body. I remember going to the funeral parlour in France and being given a laminated menu of coffins, and thinking, surely there is an ice cream at the back of here!

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.

If we had a party every time someone died on 'The Following,' we'd never get anything done.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

People love to hate the gravedigger.

Today we bury his remains in the earth as a seed of immortality. Our hearts are full of sadness, yet at the same time of joyful hope and profound gratitude.

The reason so many people turned up at his funeral is that they wanted to make sure he was dead.

There are so many cruel decisions parents have to make when their child dies. The funeral director requested a sheet for the coffin, and I sent the cozy flannel one, pale blue with happy snowmen, that had just been put away with the winter linens.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

Tombstones don't talk back.