Quotes About Dead

In war, you say a prayer for your dead and ride on, because there is always another fight over the next horizon. —al'Lan Mandragoran

In the last, lorn fight 'gainst the fall of long night, the mountains stand guard, and dead shall be ward, for the grave is no bar to my call.

Don't say that!" Thom drew a deep breath; everybody stared at him now. "That is dangerous talk, stupid talk. The dead can be reborn, or take a living body, and it is not something to speak of lightly.

Among Aiel, men do not sing, you know. Isn't that strange? From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.

Blank eyes. Empty eyes. A doll's eyes. Eyes more dead than death.

The lion sword, the dedicated spear, she who sees beyond. Three on the boat, and he who is dead yet lives. The great battle done, but the world not done with battle. The land divided by the return, and the guardians balance the servants. The future teeters on the edge of a blade.

Only a few of the wounded would be here, of course. They would have been coming as they could throughout the day, leaving as and when they could. If they could. None of the dead would be here. Only a battle lost is sadder than a battle won. He seemed to remember saying that before, long ago. Perhaps he had read it.

Still, he was a salaried man. Even though Katie, who had been a good wife, was dead, he was not his own master.

And Maureen and Charlotte would stand guard if Al didn't, and to hell with that. The only good thing about Hammerfall, women's lib was dead milliseconds after Hammerstrike.

Animators Inc., where our motto was Where the Living Raise the Dead for a Killing .

I'll take him to the hospital " Bernardo said "but what do we put on the paperwork " "Tell them it was a lover's quarrel " Olaf said. "Over my dead body " I said. "Eventually " he said. "Don't be a sick fuck Olaf " I said.

Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. She is dead. Ding dong, the witch is dead

There are only two kinds of vampire hunters: good ones and dead ones.

trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And he's blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what he's done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images.

The Catholic Church sees voluntary vampirism as a kind of suicide. I tend to agree. Though the Pope also excommunicated all animators, unless we ceased raising the dead. Fine; I became Episcopalian.

I am an animator. I am the Executioner. But now I know I'm something else. The one thing my Grandmother Flores feared most. I am a necromancer. The dead are my specialty.

I got my shoulder holster complete with Browning Hi-Power out of the top desk drawer and slipped it on. Since I'd stopped wearing my suit jacket in the office, I'd put the gun in the drawer, but outside the office and always after dark I wore a gun. Most of the creatures that had scarred me up were dead. The majority I'd done personally. Silver-plated bullets are a wonderful thing.

I raise zombies, and the dead leave me alone." "Do they? Do they really, ma petite?" There was an edge of humor, but it held darker things.

We know it is similar to the Persian sorcerer I met in the Sandbox," Olaf said. "I know it would be weird, and too coincidental for real life, but could it be the same sorcerer with a slightly different spell, or whatever?" I asked. "Not possible," Olaf said. "Why not?" I asked. "The sorcerer was not bulletproof." "So he's dead," I said. Olaf nodded.

The idea was sort of amusing in a sociopathic sort of way, but I didn't want him dead.

They didn't call me the Executioner for nothing. So how did I end up being safer in the depths of the Circus of the Damned with the monsters than above ground with the humans? Because somewhere along the line, I didn't kill the monster I should have. That particular monster was gliding up the hallway ahead of me. And he still had the cutest butt I'd ever seen on a dead man.

They only want to hear that you're healing, you're in recovery, taking it one day at a time. If you're locked into sick, you should stop wasting their time and just get dead

A wide valley of the dead spread out below me, hundreds of them gently tucked into the ground in neat rows, their whispers frozen into the stones above them: I am here. I was here. Remember me. Remember.

Her eyes were tired, but we're seniors. All seniors have dead eyes.