Grave Quotes

A grave, wherever found, preaches as short and pithy sermon to the soul.

Hawthorne.

Earth’s highest station ends in “Here he lies,” and “Dust to dust” concludes the noblest  songs.

Young.

The grave buries ever 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 of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that he should have warred with the poor handful of dust that lies moldering before him.

Washington Irving.

It is sadness to sense to look to the grave, but gladness to faith to look beyond it.

A Christian graveyard is a cradle, where, in the quit motions of the globe, Jesus rocks his sleeping children. By and by he will wake them from their slumber, and in the arms of angels they shall be translated to the skies.

G.B. Cheever.

An angel’s arm can’t snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can’t confine me there.

Young.

The disciples found angels at the grave of him they loved, and we should always find them, too but that our eyes are too full of tears for seeing.

H.W. Beecher.

All along the pathway of life are tombstones, by the side of which we have promised to strive for heaven.

The churchyard is the market-place where all things are rated at their true value, and those who are approaching it talk of the world and its vanities with a wisdom unknown before.

Baxter.

When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies within me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out.

Addison.

We go to the grave of a friend, saying, “A man is dead”, but angels throng about him, saying, “ A man is born.”

H.W. Beecher.

We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.

Tryon Edwards.

Of all the pulpits from which the human voice is ever sent forth, there is none from which it reaches so far as from the grave.

Ruskin.

O how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living.

Philip of Macedon.

The ancients feared death; we, thanks to Christianity, fear only dying.

Guesses at Truth.

I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls the burial ground “God’s acre!” it is just; it consecrates each grave within its walls, and breathes a benison over the sleeping dust.

Longfellow.

Only the actions of the just smell sweet and blossom in the dust.

Shirley.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,

And all that beauty, all that wealth ever gave,

Awaits alike th’ inevitable hour.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still like muffled drums are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

Longfellow, A Psalm of Life.

The grave’s fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there embrace.

Fro rain it hath a friendly sound

To one who’s six feet underground:

And scarce the friendly voice or face:

A grave is such a quiet place.

Man goeth to his long home.

There are three things that are never satisfied, yea, four things say not. It is enough” The grave: and the barren womb: the earth that is not filled with water; and the fire that saith not. It is enough.

There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest.