A Quote by Alyce Cornyn-Selby

Procrastination is the grave in which opportunity is buried. — © Alyce Cornyn-Selby
Procrastination is the grave in which opportunity is buried.
You know, I'll always be your slave 'til I'm buried, buried in my grave.
Christianity ... that musty old theology, which already has its grave clothes on, and is about to be buried... A wall of Bible, brimstone, church and corruption has hitherto hemmed women into nothingness.
In the grave should be buried the prejudices and passions born of conflict. Charity should hold the scales in which are weighed the deeds of men.
Procrastination is opportunity's assassin.
The Soul is shriveled up and buried in a grave that does not love.
Procrastination-thou wretched thief of time and opportunity!
Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?
Go to a nearby military cemetery and look at the American flags stuck on each grave and think of the person buried there who was killed for global domination or for the blunders and egomania of our leadership. And remember, for every person buried there, 10 more loved that person and were shattered by the loss. Instead of saluting, softly say: 'I'm sorry.' ... We need to make Memorial Day a relic of the past.
The best cure for procrastination is to have so much on your plate that procrastination is no longer an option.
All we have is here and now. That's why procrastination feels so right. Procrastination isn't the problem, it's the solution.
Perhaps for the purposes of war racial differences had been buried, but certainly in no deep grave.
What is Fortune, what is Fame? Futile gold and phantom name- Riches buried in a cave, Glory written on a grave.
Our short film 'Bareilly Ki Beti' is inspired from the incident which occurred in Bareilly, where a couple while digging a grave for their stillborn found a live baby girl buried two to three feet down. She was rushed to the hospital and she survived.
When we see the many grave-stones which have fallen in, which have been defaced by the footsteps of the congregation, which lie buried under the ruins of the churches, that have themselves crumbled together over them; we may fancy the life after death to be as a second life, into which man enters in the figure, or the picture or the inscription, and lives longer there than when he was really alive. But this figure also, this second existence, dies out too, sooner or later. Time will not allow himself to be cheated of his rights with the monuments of men or with themselves.
If you still persist in writing, "Good food at it's best", you deserve to be struck by lightning, hacked up on the spot and buried in an unmarked grave.
The wife's Mother said, ‘When you're dead, I'll dance in your grave.’ I said: ‘Good, I'm being buried at sea’.
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