Quotes About Dead

It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and Germans everywhere. Those who remained were firing into the blank pages in front of them. Three languages interwove. The Russian, the bullets, the German.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Trust the murderer to be unkillable at the one moment he was better off dead.

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The crowd made room for the press respectfully. It knew that without the journalists and photographers the massacre would be erased and the dead would truly die. So the bodies were offered to them, in hope and anger. A banquet of death.

They would twist their bodies for a moment and groan, and sleep the dead sleep once more...

All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one...

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

Horace, like all dogs, heard dead-voices quite often, and sometimes saw their owners. The dead were all around, but living people saw them no more than they could smell most of the ten thousand aromas that surrounded them every minute of every day.

You need to get in the Baptist way of churching, son. Ours welcomes newcomers. You can take this place, and maybe some Sunday you can come with me n my wife.' 'Maybe so,' I agreed, reminding myself to be in a coma that Sunday. Possibly dead.

Not all is silent in the halls of the dead and the rooms of ruin. Even now some of the stuff the Old Ones left behind still works. And that's really the horror of it, wouldn't you say? Yes. The exact horror of it.

Imagine a place where the dead rest on shelves like books.

I love sushi. But after too much of it, it just starts to taste like a dead animal that hasn't been cooked.

Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

On the surface, rock and roll changes at an amazing pace. The influence of a figure like the Maharishi can appear and disappear in a matter of months. Talk about old fashioned rock and roll finds itself dead before it begins.

The harder the heart is, the more dead is it in sin, and the more unable to exert good affections and acts.

He knew that these creatures were dead, that they were reanimated echoes who wore the disguise of the people they had once been, but Tom's words rang in his mind. They used to be people . How could he strike them? How could he hurt them? Children, women, old people. Lost souls.

Holy Christ . . . are we talking zombies here?" Church smiled faintly. "We're calling him a 'walker.' Short for 'Dead Man Walking.' The head of my science team has too much of a pop culture sensibility.

Denial is stupid. We're fighting the living dead. Would you prefer we call them 'undead citizens'?

Unlike the Greeks, we believe that the dead are beyond harm, so we need often overlook the toxic residue left behind by disrespectful treatment of enemy dead.

Who says I'm dying? Did you see the amount of sheer effort it took me to escape the land of the dead? I'm not going back in now!

Sorry for what? Your appearance? Your character? Wait, I bet it's your smell. Twenty-four hours of terror, violence, chases, and being for all intents and purposes dead plays havoc with the armpits. Don't let Lockwood step downwind of you tonight, that's all I'm saying.

We trespassed in the city of the dead, and all our skills and talents counted for nothing.