Quotes About Dead

In war the most testing moments are those of peace , for a dead man lying in the grass makes the living see the world as it would be, but for their folly.

Why do we think only the dead haunt us, for the living are just as good at it?

I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure in the landscape---the lonliness of it---the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it---the whole story dosen't show.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape--the loneliness of it--the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it--the whole story doesn't show.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape-the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

There are a lot of dead carcasses on the road, and the vultures are out sniffing. This is the cycle of Wall Street. When bubbles crash, you get the value guys who come in and say, 'This thing is cheap.

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.

AMORT  (AMO'RT)   adv.[à la mort, Fr.]In the state of the dead; dejected; depressed; spiritless. How fares my Kate? what, sweeting, all amort?Shakespeare'sTaming of the Shrew.

They say the Church-yard is crouded with more of the living, than of the dead, and there is hardly room  for a spade. What an image, on such a day!

An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.

I'm waiting to hear the engine spring to life. But nothing happens. Of course. The bloody battery is dead. I

If Americans can transform Memorial Day, technically a remembrance of all our war dead ever, into the official kickoff of summer, we can handle adapting one demoralizing battle into a wholesome, chipper get-together.

El dictador necesita multitudes vivientes, pero también muchedumbres de cadáveres.

Time is the only constant. For the living it never stops... For the dead it doesn't matter... And for the undead? For the undead, time is a joke to be laughed at!

Alek: Am I that obvious? Deryn: No. Im just dead clever.

am I not the same being who once enjoyed an excess of happiness, who at every step saw paradise open before him, and whose heart was ever expanded towards the whole world? and this heart is now dead; no sentiment can revive it. my eyes are dry; and my senses, no more refreshed by the influence of soft tears, wither and consume my brain.

The concept of a supermind running the universe objectively, without compassion, is not new. Several religions are built around it. Thinking of God in these terms is not heresy but is advanced theology. The old-time God—the big bearded man sitting on a throne in the sky—is dead.

Nahum bobbed again. 'My crest is cropped by croaking cranes. I go to drown in doleful dumps, dead-drunk with drearihead.

Sextus had little Aramaic, but he could hear the word 'Gehenna', the name of the refuse pit where the evil dead would be buried, being repeated over and over again.

Pardon,' he said, 'I'm a bit rattled tonight. You see, I happen at this moment to be dead.

It might sound sentimental to say it in so many words, but we are blessed by the dead, and we know that we are, in spite of our protestations to the contrary. They leave spaces in our lives that, for some of us, are the closest things to sacred we ever know. They are there and then they are gone and, after a time, we come to see a certain elegance in that – the elegance of a magic trick, say, where the conjuror rehearses the vanishing act that we must all accomplish sooner or later.

The snow fell straight and slow, adding another layer to the drifts and covering roads, trees, bushes, and bodies, the living and the dead as one beneath its veil.

But some gifts are worse than curses, and the dark side of the gift is that they know. The lost, the stragglers, those who should not have been taken but were, the innocents, the struggling, tormented shades, the gathering ranks of the dead, they know. And they come.