TODD: The history of the world, my love -- LOVETT: Save a lot of graves, Do a lot of relatives favors! TODD: Is those below serving those up above! LOVETT: Ev'rybody shaves, So there should be plenty of flavors! TODD: How gratifying for once to know BOTH: That those above will serve those down below!
I had rather follow you to your grave than see you owe your life to any but a regular-bred physician.
Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.
Retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.
Oblivion is the flower that grows best on graves.
For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.
I got this grave yard woman.
Peace is a certificate you get in the grave.
I may be biased, but I think jackals are cute and cuddly, even if they were known for digging up graves in Ancient Egypt.
With a whirl of thought oppressed I sink from reverie to rest. An horrid vision seized my head, I saw the graves give up their dead.
I have heard it said that as we keep our birthdays when we are alive, so the ghosts of dead people, who are not easy in their graves, keep the day they died upon.
That's wisdom you can take to the grave, and dig up when you need it!
My heart is its own grave!
When one is already on the edge of the grave, why not resist?
There's no jealousy in the grave.
With a rasping cough, the vampire shakes its head. "It was you who called us. All of you, with your war. The roar of your cannons shook us from our quiet graves.
Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you. " And even more worried about where Graves is. "Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.
Love is the only possession which we can carry with us beyond the grave.
The grave has a door on its inner side.
But on top of all that, the feelings about Princess, I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death and I had really no lie come to a point where I regarded lust as offensive and even cruel. "Pretty girls make graves," was my saying, whenever I'd had to turn my head around involuntarily to stare at the incomparable pretties of Indian Mexico.