Quotes About Dead

Corbyn sounds like a dreadful town, dresses like a catalogue model for the Sue Ryder shop and won't look significantly different when he's been dead for a week.

Only the long melancholy call to prayer, or the wail of women over the dead, or the barking of dogs, breaks the silence which at sunset falls as a pall over Baghdad.

But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem: they might point to the catkins hanging from the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the rain descending on black earth in early spring. --- And we, who always think of happiness rising, would feel the emotion that almost baffles us when a happy thing falls.

Only he whose bright lyre has sounded in shadows may, looking onward, restore his infinite praise. Only he who has eaten poppies with the dead will not lose ever again the gentlest chord. Though the image upon the pool often grows dim: Know and be still. Inside the Double World all voices become eternally mild.

But the living are wrong in the sharp distinctions they make. Angels, it seems, don't always know if they're moving among the living or the dead.

During these times of indecision when all the old answers are proven false, the people look back to the dead to give them a clue

These people are old. Men grow old and types of men grow old. And these are very old. All they have left is their religion. That's all they can think about. So they'll be cast aside. They're dead, you see, because they're incapable of rising to the necessity of the historical situation.

The calm was absolute, a dead, flat calm, the stillness of a dead sea and of a dead atmosphere.

The promises, the terrors, the hopes of eternity, are the concern of the corrupt dead; but the obvious sweetness of life belongs to living, healthy men.

The man who declares that survival at all costs is the end of existence is morally dead, because he's prepared to sacrifice all other values which give life its meaning. —SIDNEY HOOK

It was just before dawn during the Great Big Siege of Bologna, when tongueless dead men peopled the night hours like living ghosts and Hungry Joe was half out of his mind with anxiety because he had finished his missions

Major de Coverley is a noble and wonderful person, and everyone admires him.' 'He's a silly old fool who really has no right acting like a silly young fool. Where is he today? Dead?

Hindsight history, sometimes call counterfactual history, is usually not history at all, but most often a condescending game of oneupmanship in which the living play political tricks on the dead, who are not around to defend themselves.

Keep in mind that the past is not history, but a much vaster region of the dead, gone, unknowable, or forgotten. History is what we choose to remember.

No one around me was doing anything, even making conversation. They were all just perfectly inert, laid out prone or supine as if submitting to autopsy or dissection. Only the dead or the lowest of species can bask, I'm convinced.

Passion is the source of our finest moments… If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace… but we would be hollow… Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.

Silence rolled at me, in waves. They are all dead, and you are free. And you are blameless.

It was a sunny, beautiful day.a day you felt good to be alive. Tobad amy Cahill was surrounded by the dead. Amy bowed her head and squeezed Her eyes shut. She was only sixteen, but she had attended too many funerals. She had said to many goodbyes

The sky would be full of bodies like wood. There would have been cries of the dead And the living would be speaking, As a self that lives on itself.

All Things Imagined Are of Earth Compact… All things imagined are of earth compact, Strange beast and bird, strange creatures all; Strange minds of men, unwilling slaves to fact: Struggling with desperate clouds, they still proclaim The rushing pearl, the whirling black, Clearly, in well-remembered word and name. Even the dead, when they return, return Not as those dead, concealed away; But their old persons move again, and burn.

Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.

Hi! handsome hunting man Fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!

The first thing you have to learn when you go into the arts is to learn to cope with rejection. If you can't, you're dead