Sometimes I want to bury myself in bed, and I don’t want anyone to know anything about me, and I don’t want anyone to judge me.
My maternal grandmother, Penelope, was a very big figure in my life. She was a child of the Raj, born in India, a debutante who hobnobbed with royals, then married a Canadian, Bill Aitken, who became MP for Bury St Edmunds.
If you’ve done what you need to do, you need to go bury yourself, because what else are you going to do? I think that that’s where life stops.
I bury things in the back of my mind I don’t really want to deal with.
I don’t think the record company is aware of it. Because they just bury my albums and don’t release them.
Pirates did not store all their treasures in treasure chests, then bury them and draw maps to them. That’s a movie invention. In reality, pirates spent their money as fast as they could steal it because they knew they were living on borrowed time. They didn’t want to wait around to enjoy the money.
I used to bury myself in character parts and put on a lot of makeup and use a lot of props. At first I thought it was clever to put on false noses and to do funny voices, but then I suddenly thought, no, that’s wrong, you don’t do it from the outside, you work from within.
Even when I was down in the fourth division with Bury at 19, fighting off relegation, training in a local park with dogs running around everywhere, literally stepping over broken bottles to take a goal kick – I was learning.
To keep oneself safe does not mean to bury oneself.
Man’s unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.
I have nothing against undertakers personally. It’s just that I wouldn’t want one to bury my sister.
Every patient tends to bury the most important story inside some other story, just the way new writers often ‘bury the lede.’ ‘Burying the lede’ is an old journalism term for when you only find out the real point about halfway into the article, but it also applies to therapy.
Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you!
If our subconscious was attractive, we wouldn’t have to bury it down deep within us.
When I was a child people simply looked about them and were moderately happy; today they peer beyond the seven seas, bury themselves waist deep in tidings, and by and large what they see and hear makes them unutterably sad.
We need folks to help us, as opposed to, ‘Let’s find who to blame, and let’s try to bury those people.’
I recall waking to the realisation that I was the best table tennis player under 17 in north Manchester and parts of Bury. The satisfaction lasted for half an hour before I saw into the nothingness of things.
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