“What is the present if not the graveyard of the past where, for each of our deeds we dig a grave. Everything… — Mladen Đorđević Copy Share Image
In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet, There is a new-made grave today, Built by never a spade nor pick, Yet… — Joyce Kilmer Copy Share Image
Live as though Christ died yesterday,rose from the grave today, and is coming back tomorow — Gorgeous_girl Copy Share Image
Live as though Christ died yesterday, rose from the grave today, and is coming back tomorrow. — Theodore Epp Copy Share Image
