The fact that you have just buried your parent or parents and/or sibling or siblings does not make you less likely to die today.

The dead are immune from our prison of Time. The distance between the living and dead may be vast, but the space of Time the dead experience when they are reunited with their loved ones is only paper-thin.

The harbour of influence is richer in the cemeteries where people are buried with their music on their tongues unsung. Don't leave your potentials untouched!

The great writer evokes the words that buried within hearts of readers.

Two things I ask of my God today. That my faith be hoisted high like a kite up in the sky and my fear be buried deeply like a carcass into the soil.

I realized that whilst crying over the loss, the living did not seem adequate because they were not my loved one. The room full of strangers hurt me profusely. Even as I saw thousands of young people; I felt incomplete and more saddened because the one I wanted to see was buried.

I said nothing. Deep inside of me, my voice screamed from a hole where I had buried it

Once we get to know where and why the skeletons of the past are buried, we can start wading across our muddled memories into the open plains of a new horizon. ("Going back to yesterday")

Not everything buried is actually dead. For many, the past is alive.

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead.And buried.

I have lost you, my brotherAnd your death has ended The spring seasonOf my happiness, our house is buried with youAnd buried the laughter that you taught me.There are no thoughts of love nor of poemsIn my head Since you died.

At the very point that I’ve taken something for granted, I have at that same moment taken it to its grave. And if I look around, I realize I’ve cultivated quite a cemetery.

Buried treasure isn't worth much.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

Every hurt buried deepin the mindhas an uncanny abilityto surface and make its presence feltwhen I am feeling low, hugging me like a long lost friend

John Wesley’s own grave holds the bones of many other people, including at least five ministers. One can only imagine the bickering.

We are all Dead, just not yet buried.

I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.