Quotes About Dead

How could a child stay alive in a body that felt so dead?

Get in the car. If I wanted to kill you you'd be dead now. Trust me.

he thought his inaction could be due to the fact that although the body of the Chief might be dead, his soul, spirit, whatever you called it, still enslaved him.

Because no windows were open and the air was so still and cold that the trees dared not move for fear of encountering more of it than they had to, Christiana thought that she had entered a city of the dead.

In a dead white field an untethered goat gave them sardonic greeting.

Because I'm too drunk to feel the pain if you hit me, and if you kill me I'll be glad to be dead.

The passages seemed catacombs of a hell assigned to the subdued regret of those who had lacked in life the income to which they felt themselves entitled; this suspicion that the two houses were an abode of the dead being increased by the fact that no one was ever to be seen about, even at the reception desk.

A sign of this is what happens (10) in our actions, for we delight in contemplating the most accurately made images of the very things that are painful for us to see, such as the forms of the most contemptible insects and of dead bodies.

May we enter, my goddess? I have a nervous old woman out here who is about to wet himself with worry that his brother is dead. Caleb

I will fear no evil for I am the baddest beast in the land. I am the power they can't tear down. And my will is law. They will do as I say. The dead don't command me. I command them. Power, true power, comes from within. Not without.

Feelings of longing seemed to burst from her heart; they ran in all directions, like streams of blood, seeking out paths to all the places in the wide landscape where she had lived, to all her sons roaming through the world, to all her dead lying under the earth. She wondered: Had she turned cowardly? She had never felt this way before.

Tragedy is full of ghosts, ancient and modern, and the line separating the living from the dead is continually blurred. This means that in tragedy the dead don't stay dead and the living are not fully alive. What tragedy renders unstable is the line that separates the living from the dead, enlivening the dead and deadening the living.

In becoming the universe God abdicated. He destroyed himself as God. He turned what he had been, his true self, into nullity and thereby forfeited the Godlike qualities which pertained to him. The universe which he has become is also his grave. He has no control in it or over it. God, as God, is dead.

And without a doubt it is more comfortable to endure blind bondage than to work for one's liberation; the dead, too, are better suited to the earth than the living.

In undiluted monergism, He called the galaxies into being, and He gives life to the dead in the same way

ANTIGONE È più lungo il tempo che occorre piacere ai morti piuttosto che ai vivi. È là infatti che giacerò per sempre.»

Sister, forbear, or I shall hate thee soon, And the dead man will hate thee too, with cause. Say I am mad and give my madness rein To wreck itself; the worst that can befall Is but to die an honorable death.   ISMENE

A sinless sinner, banned awhile on earth, But by the dead commended; and with them I shall abide for ever.  As for thee, Scorn, if thou wilt, the eternal laws of Heaven.   ISMENE

ANTIGONE: Nevertheless, there are honors due all the dead. CREON: But not the same for the wicked as for the just. ANTIGONE: Ah Creon, Which of us can say what the gods hold wicked? CREON: An enemy is an enemy, even dead. ANTIGONE: It is may nature to join in love, not hate.

The race may or may not be to the swift, but tell me, is it likely that the fight will be entrusted to the dead?

We've restored life where life was extinct. It's no longer sufficient to bring the dead back to life. We must create from the beginning, we must build up our own creature, build it up from nothing.

Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember I like blondes. I'll be the life of the party, even when I'm dead and gone.

The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures. Lady Macbeth

He is the Firstfruits of God's harvest, and millions have followed Him. The same power that raised Him from the dead lives in them, giving them life everlasting.