“Forget the past, let the dead bury the dead. Things were working out fine, and that was the only thing he had to remember.”
“The past was finished; let the dead bury their dead.”
“We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.”
“The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.”
“There’s a black boy dead for no reason, and the man responsible for it’s dead. Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr. Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.”
“I had this daft idea to come and bury the past. Except the past is not quite dead.”