Mortal Remains Quotes

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.

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

Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.

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

Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.

A dead body revenges not injuries.

Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.

The body of a dead enemy always smells sweet.

BODY-SNATCHER, n. A robber of grave-worms. One who supplies the young physicians with that with which the old physicians have supplied the undertaker.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

We who go out to die shall be remembered, because we gave the world peace. That will be our reward, though we will know nothing of it, but lie rotting in the earth - dead.

But when the dust has drunk the blood of men, no resurrection comes for one who's dead.

I saw corpses, and grew used to their unimportant look, for a dead man without any of the panoply of death is a desperately insignificant object.

It is because the spirit is inestimable, that the lifeless body is so little valued.

GRAVE, n. A place in which the dead are laid to await the coming of the medical student.

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

No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the ground These dying, withering limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust:-- My God shall raise my frame anew, At the revival of the just.

You are a person and then you cease to be a person, and a cadaver takes your place.

Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.

The cemetery is full of indispensable people.

We shrink from the contemplation of our dead bodies, forgetting that when dead they are no longer ours, and concern us as little as the hairs that have fallen from our heads.

Oh the grave!--the grave!--It buries every error--covers every defect--extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him!

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.