Words matter. These are the best Burial Quotes from famous people such as Jon Porter, George Jean Nathan, Adrienne Mayor, Brian Eno, Hannah Kent, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
As a member of Congress, and a parent, I understand the importance of ensuring that families are able to provide a meaningful and proper burial for their loved ones.
So long as there is one pretty girl left on the stage, the professional undertakers may hold up their burial of the theater.
Evidence pointing to eagle hunting’s antiquity comes from Scythian and other burial mounds of nomads who roamed the steppes 3,000 years ago and whose artifacts abound in eagle imagery.
I do like Burial; he’s so curiously clumsy, you can’t help but be moved. It’s so un-Hollywood, and the rhythms are so un-danceable.
The mystery at the center of ‘Burial Rites’ is not who killed whom on the night of March 13, 1828. It is the mystery each of us encounters: Can we every truly know another? Can we ever truly know ourselves?
It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is said to do.
Asceticism doesn’t lie in mere words; He is an ascetic who treats everyone alike. Asceticism doesn’t lie in visiting burial places; it lies not in wandering about nor in bathing at places of pilgrimage. Asceticism is to remain pure amidst impurities.
By mere burial man arrives not at bliss; and in the future life, throughout its whole infinite range, they will seek for happiness as vainly as they sought it here, who seek it in aught else than that which so closely surrounds them here – the Infinite.
In America, burial means an embalmed body in a heavy-duty casket with a vault built over it, so that the ground doesn’t settle. That body is encased in many layers of denial.
I have a deep and ongoing love of Iceland, particular the landscape, and when writing ‘Burial Rites,’ I was constantly trying to see whether I could distill its extraordinary and ineffable qualities into a kind of poetry.
If you chose to live in a home that is living on intersecting laylines, and you’re living on an Indian burial ground and having paranormal experiences that are bothersome, you’re not going to get rid of them. They’ve taken ownership of that home and that area.
A man who dies, no matter how terrible his crime was, must be brought to burial.
I always have one or two, sometimes more, Navajo or other tribes’ cultural elements in mind when I start a plot. In Thief of Time, I wanted to make readers aware of Navajo attitude toward the dead, respect for burial sites.
My parent’s house, to be honest, is like a snail’s disco. It’s a fine house but my parents are very eccentric. Also that house might be built on an Ancient Egyptian burial ground or something, because the plague of insects that hit that house as we were growing up.
I don’t believe in funerals. I believe in celebrating life, and showing people, while they’re alive, how much I care about them. And I don’t believe in this business of burial. I’m an organ donor. Whether its my skin or my eyeballs, use whatever bits are intact and put the rest in the garbage.
Any religion that professes to be concerned about the souls of men and is not concerned about the slums that damn them, the economic conditions that strangle them and the social conditions that cripple them is a spiritually moribund religion awaiting burial.
I want a natural burial. Just straight into the ground in a shroud.
