Quote by Charles Dickens

“It was a clear, bright, beautiful day, the air tinged with salt, the climbing roses blooming. The graveyard was filled with sunlight.”

— Alice Hoffman

“What long-dead face makes here the grass so green? On what earth-buried bosom do we lean? Ah! love, when we in turn are grass…

— Richard Le Gallienne

“There are bodies buried beneath the flagstones of my parents' estate, and some graves never green.”

— Mackenzi Lee

“...the grass actually IS greener on the other side, but it's only because of the bodies buried there.”

— Robert Ford

“Soon enough the days will close over their lives, the grass will grow over their graves, until their story is just an unvisited headstone.”

— M.L. Stedman

“but he was afraid of being insincere and telling lies in the presence of death. It was on a fine winter’s day, shot through…

— Albert Camus

“Let the grave mound grow a little grass, I always say; then it’s safe to look.”

— John Irving

“the churchyard, in ruins, some of the people who used to pray there, go there still. they need help from each other to get…

— George MacDonald

“And it came to me that these trees had been hardly smaller when I was yet unborn, and had stood as they stood now…

— Gene Wolfe

“This death expert said it's everything underground that makes grass so green. That dead things make the living. I want to lie down on…

— Elizabeth Scott

“But of these things I must not now speak. I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets.”

— H.P. Lovecraft

“I waited a moment, then lowered myself, cross-legged, to the earth. Some of the graves were adorned with flowers, in various stages of freshness…

— Barry Eisler