Quotes About Dead

once the actual combat began, chivalry was dead.

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.

In the Bardo Thodol, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, the dead man receives instruction, and the instruction culminates in the doctrine that he shall know himself identical with the great white light that shines beyond life and death:

Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre," Stead wrote, "but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead.

We will win this battle because we are fighting for our lives and the lives of our Clanmates. Our enemies are already dead. They fight only out of hate and that will be their weakness.

So now you're fighting on the side of Tigerstar's murderer?" he taunted Darkstripe. "Have you no loyalty in you?" "Not any more," Darkstirpe snarled. "Every cat in the foresst can turn into crowfood for all I care. All I want is to see you dead.

driven out Bramblestar's spirit and left it to wander the forest, neither living nor dead, the Clans would have to accept that one of their ancestors

Step Two: don't panic. When Nightingale was training me he said that if you're not dead in the first instance, then your chances of survival are much improved. 'By how much?' I'd asked. 'That depends,' said Nightingale. 'On what?' 'On what happens next,' he said.

When Nightingale was training me he said that if you're not dead in the first instance, then your chances of survival are much improved. "By how much?" I'd asked. "That depends," said Nightingale. "On what?" "On what happens next," he said.

It is the duty of God's disciples to strike you dead

What is it, really, though, but a haunting—the ancient dead disturbed from slumber, punishing us for our greed and blindness, our restless lack of reverence? What is it but the past come back, and time unhinged, collapsing?

You see these unsold goods taking up space in busy stores and ask yourself, 'Who would ever buy such a thing? To whose antiquated and misguided sense of taste would such a thing appeal?' To the dead, I answer! The dead are the eternally out of fashion! ... These piles of unsold goods are conclusive proof of the existence of an eternal and insatiable appetite.

The dead shook off their rust of living and seized up steel. Their lips quivered with the defiance of innocents, with manipulations of politicians and their interchangeable dreams, and with the insanity of thugs who don't even know for which parties they commit their atrocities.

he feels the darkness of the grave pressing around the fire and infecting his vision so that there seems to be no separation between the living and the dead, a child born with a mud wasp's nest for a heart and its eyes already pocketed with dust, ready to be clapped into a box and dropped down a hole.

On the whole, infinity is a fairly palpable aspect of this business of publishing, if only because it extends a dead author's existence beyond the limits he envisioned, or provides a living author with a future he cannot measure. In other words, this business deals with the future which we all prefer to regard as unending.

Science regards man as an aggregation of atoms temporarily united by a mysterious force called the life-principle. To the materialist, the only difference between a living and a dead body is that in the one case that force is active, in the other latent.

I think that people have been claiming hip-hop as being dead since the moment it started.

Alone is a much better film than House of the Dead and better than most horror movies out today.

I had a dream. I dreamed I was on this island, and there were two hotels, and one hotel was filled with dead people, and the other one wasn't, and I was in the hotel full of dead people.

I'm not a huge fan of prequels and sequels and the cynical rush to make money on the back of books by other writers who are now dead.

Post-modernism is dead because it didn't address human needs.

In other terms: that God and the father never existed (or if they did, it was so long ago, perhaps during the Paleolithic). All they did was kill a dead man, from time immemorial.

Sundays, like a stanza break Or shower's end of all applause, For some old unexplaining sake The optimistic tread these shores, As lonely as the dead awake Or God among the dinosaurs.

You want me to stop and give the Wizards a chance to do it?" he shot back. Dead