I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.
We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost?
That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.
We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: