| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b0fcc59 | The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb. | sorrow sadness tomb | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| 305c5b6 | Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night. | tomb | Bram Stoker | |
| 9f74610 | But of these things I must not now speak. I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets. | tomb | H.P. Lovecraft |