Graveyards Quotes

“They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and fingers tapping at casements, of howlings and shriekings, groanings and scuttlings and the clanking of chains, of hooded monks and headless horseman, swirling mists and sudden winds, insubstantial specters and sheeted creatures, vampires and bloodhounds, bats and rats and spiders, of men found at dawn and women turned white-haired and raving lunatic, and of vanished corpses and curses upon heirs.”
― Susan Hill

“Most people say about graveyards: "Oh, it's just a bunch of dead people. It's creepy." But for me, there's an energy to it that it not creepy, or dark. It has a positive sense to it.”
― Tim Burton

“It is exactly the fear of revenge that motivates the deepest crimes, from the killing of the enemy's children lest they grow up to play their own part, to the erasure of the enemy's graveyards and holy places so that his hated name can be forgotten.”
― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

“Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds and long curtains of silvery moss, I pretended the crumbling angels were wood nymphs and fairies and I their ruler, queen of my own graveyard kingdom.”
― Amanda Stevens

“The dead only knows their world.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“Graveyards were the one place Belladonna never saw ghosts.”
― Helen Stringer, Spellbinder

“Graveyards have the dignity of air, the authority of dust.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, A River Dies of Thirst: Journals

“There are bones
waiting for names in the graveyards.

Even the sun above us is dying, one
landed repetition of light at a time.”
― Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless

“The hush of the night sky is the silence of a graveyard.”
― Ted Chiang, The Great Silence

“Some people have beautiful gardens inside their hearts, some have graveyards.”
― Nitya Prakash

“In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as "No Man's Land." Here 1,500 unidentified bodies are buried. At one time, their skin burned with yellow fever; now they lie in a cool, dark place where long ago their arms and legs, hands and feet, were intertwined for eternity.”
― Molly Caldwell Crosby, The American Plague: The Untold Story of Yellow Fever, the Epidemic that Shaped Our History

“Visit the graveyards sometimes and read the headstone epitaphs! There is much to learn from the dark face of the life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The greatest loss is the lost of life.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“A country which prefers guns to flowers will live the beauty of the flowers only in its graveyards!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Every hundred years or so a new Grim Anoukie is made; the Parish Priest at the time picks a victim, usually someone who has pissed off the church or simply wouldn’t be missed. He then buries them alive in the Virgin Grave; the rest is... history.”

Nicky Peacock
“The Virgin Grave”
― Nicky Peacock, Enter At Your Own Risk: Old Masters, New Voices

“Prepare for a radio, for nothing is silent like the grave”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom

“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.”
― Samuel Beckett, First Love and Other Novellas

“Many were the last resting-places of toilers of the wheat there on those hills. And surely in the long frontier days, and in the ages before, men innumerable had gone back to the earth from which they had sprung. The dwelling-places of men were beautiful; it was only life that was sad. In this poignant, revealing hour Kurt could not resist human longings and regrets, though he gained incalculable strength from these two graves on the windy slope. It was not for any man to understand to the uttermost the meaning of life.”
― Zane Grey, The Desert of Wheat

“As we drove down the highway and out of the Till country, we passed a large, well-kept graveyard. At one end of it there was a section in very bad condition, separated from the rest by a high iron fence. "That's the Negro section," Amzie remarked, "but I don't get excited about that. The graveyard is the only place where things can be separate ... and equal.”
― Bayard Rustin, Down the Line: The Collected Writings of Bayard Rustin

“No one can claim to have mastered love, not even in the grave.”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo

“Those who have gone before us, now rest peacefully in their graves as their permanent home.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“As we wind through the graves, I’m reminded of growing up down the road from the town dump to the north and the cemetery to the south, my own house haunting the center, equal radius to either destination: dumping ground or burial. Mama’s ghost skirted the edges; I could feel her presence, but not nearly enough. Girlhood nights I used to sleepwalk, and Alba would find me, wriggling through the slats in the fence, kneeling at the makeshift altar I’d made of debris, all that wreckage, a shrine for the mama I never knew, and my staunch and sturdy saint of a sister would walk me home where I’d claim no memory in the morning. Dreamworld would merge with waking, and I felt it—embryonic, swelling, lucent, what would sprout inside me as I grew older, rasher—the city of the Dead. Where I accidentally sent Karma a few short years later. Where—I can’t shake the clawing feeling now—I’ve sent Cecilia as well, with my vitriol, with my jealousy.”
― Jennifer Givhan, River Woman, River Demon