Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

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

It gives a fellow an awful shiver to hear the first shovelful of dirt and gravel rattle down upon the coffin; but after it is covered, it falls gently and makes no sound. The feeling of rest is perfect. There's no more nagging, no more pain!

Don't bury me with anyone old.

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.

I often thought my gravestone would say, 'Here lies Gandalf. He came out,'

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

Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?

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

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.

A grave is such a quiet place.

Here Skugg lies snug As a bug in a rug.

Here lies Jack Williams. He done his damndest.

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.

I am just going. Have me decently buried; and do not let my body be put into the Vault in less than three days after I am dead.... Tis well.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages.

How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.

The moment comes when the great nurse, death, takes a human, the child, by the hand and quietly says, "It is time to go home. Night is coming. It is your bedtime, child of earth. Come; you're tired. Lie down at last in the quiet nursery of nature and sleep. Sleep well. The day is gone. Stars shine in the canopy of eternity."

When the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join, The innumerable caravan which moves, To that mysterious realm where each shall take, His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged by his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed, By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch, About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

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