Quote by Samuel Beckett Download Open image “Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.” — Samuel Beckett ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I love graveyards. To some, it might sound morbid, but there's nothing dark about the natural cycles of life, really. — Kerli Copy Share Image
I choose not to make a graveyard of my body for the rotting corpses of dead animals. — George Bernard Shaw Copy Share Image
I wanted to be with the men I admired rather than the Scottish Arts Council crowd, so I spent a lot of time in… — Alexander Stoddart Copy Share Image
Graveyards are filled with books that were never written, songs that were never sung, words that were never spoken, things that were never done. — Mark Victor Hansen Copy Share Image
There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring. — Adah Isaacs Menken Copy Share Image
There is a certain frame of mind to which a cemetery is, if not an antidote, at least an alleviation. If you are in… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Most people say about graveyards: "Oh, it's just a bunch of dead people. It's creepy." But for me, there's an energy to it that… — Tim Burton Copy Share Image
“It was December, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid I'd die, I turned… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“You may say it is all in my head, and indeed sometimes it seems to me I am in a head and that these… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
