Quotes About Dead

In my stolen photographs -- for the photographer must be a thief, he must steal instants of other people's time to make his own tiny eternities -- it was this intimacy I sought, hte closeness of the living and the dead.

So it was that their mimic love, their love born of the memory of others, their post-love that came after, became true, authentic, a thing in and of itself, in which she almost stopped thinking about the dead

The raven red, on ruby pinions winging its way between the worlds, hears dead men singing. It scarce knows it strength, the price it scarce knows, but its power will arise and the Circle will close.

Hot water makes stress, makes you embarrassed… cold makes you to refresh, calm, relax… but mainly dead people are cold and the alive are hotter.

While working night and day, I sometimes lose all recollection of the past, and then I experience the same sort of happiness I can imagine the dead feel; still, it is better than suffering.

I like ghosts. I have heard it said that the dead have never done, in six thousand years, as much evil as the living do in a single day.

I have no fear of ghosts, and I have never heard it said that so much harm had been done by the dead during six thousand years as is wrought by the living in a single day.

Ahora bien, a mí me agradan los fantasmas, nunca he oído decir que los muertos hayan hecho en seis mil años tanto daño como los vivos en un solo día.

October began as a golden hour and ended with Samhain, the day when the worlds of the living and the dead opened to each other. There was no choice but to walk through the gate of time.

We mourned in silence so that we would not curse the world we walked through. I saw owls in the locust trees and wondered if these creatures were the spirits of the dead, for there were so many murdered in our homeland there was not room enough for all of their ghosts. I half-believed they had turned into birds instead.

The mysterious inner life that she had imagined gave them a secret joy was simply a full knowledge of the fact that they were dead, living just enough for their children.

Over all was that air of abandonment and decay which seems nowhere so fit and significant as in a village of the forgotten dead.

Grief is an artist of powers as various as the instruments upon which he plays his dirges for the dead, evoking from some the sharpest, shrillest notes, from others the low, grave chords that throb recurrent like the slow beating of a distant drum. Some natures it startles; some it stupefies. To one it comes like the stroke of an arrow, stinging all the sensibilities to a keener life; to another as the blow of a bludgeon which, in crushing, benumbs.

Mournfully and low the man of God began his eulogy of the dead, and his doleful voice, mingled with the sobbing that it was its purpose to stimulate and sustain, rose and fell, seemed to come and go, like the sound of a sullen sea.

It means that all witches who hunt will turn their full attention on the ones Dominique considers responsible for my murder. They will call on their allies. They will track down anyone they have ever know to have a connection to the killers, without worrying about messy treaties with SingleEarth or other normally respected neutral havens. I don't suppose they care that your are not, in fact, dead, Nikolas said. Sarah shook her head. In their eyes, I am.

Huh. Since we've got all the answers, I sometimes wonder why we follow these bastards." "I hear a lot of talk about loyalty." "Since we've a dozen dead masters between us, and both had a hand in more'n one of the downfalls, I feel no shame in saying that loyalty is overrated.

That was the trouble with pride, and courage, and all those clench-jawed virtues bards love to harp on. The more you have, the more likely you are to end up bottom in a pile of dead men.

The Shanka might be ever so full of mad fury, but even they had to fear him. Everything did. Even the dead, who felt no pain. Even the cold stone, which did not dream. Even the molten iron feared the Bloody-Nine. Even the darkness.

La historia está llena de hombres buenos muertos.

Unreliable? Nonsense, Superior! Out of luck is all, and we both know how that goes, no? Why, there's not a man of them I wouldn't trust my mother to.' 'Are you sure?' 'She's been dead these twenty years. What harm could they do her now?

I am Odem`s nephew. Uthirk´ s son." (Yarvi) "Oh, dear gods", he heards Samuel whistling, " We are dead

Doubts and regrets, they're the cost of casting a shadow. The only folk without 'em are the dead. For what it's worth, I'd say you did the best you could.

Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow; and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one observes when the dead are near.

Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.