They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed.
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave.
We don't live in the Garden. We live far from Eden. Every life is full of heartaches. Every life, frankly, is unspeakably sad.
There have been hours in my unhappy life, many of them, when the contemplation of death as the end of earthly sorrow - of the grave as a resting place for the tired and worn out body - has been pleasant to dwell upon.
I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.
Today we bury his remains in the earth as a seed of immortality. Our hearts are full of sadness, yet at the same time of joyful hope and profound gratitude.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.