Quotes About Dead

Suddenly she felt a need to urinate. You see, she cried. I need to pee. That's proof positive I'm not dead! But they only laughed again. Needing to pee is perfectly normal! they said. You'll go on feeling that kind of thing for a long time yet. Like a person who has an arm cut off and keeps feeling it's there. We may not have a drop of pee left in us, but we keep needing to pee.

El aparato de propaganda quiere que la galería de héroes muertos esté bien ordenada. Quiere que entre los héroes haya un héroe principal.

And I feel that love is dead, I'm loving angels instead

What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!

For me, it's all about The Dubliners by James Joyce. I love The Dead.

The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.

and my heart, through weary years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth.

On the top of the tomb, seemingly driven through the solid marble—for the structure was composed of a few vast blocks of stone—was a great iron spike or stake. On going to the back I saw, graven in great Russian letters: 'The dead travel fast.

Had she ever made promises to a faithless reflection in the mirror? Had she ever cried because she hated someone so much? Had she ever craved betrayal to the point where she pushed the crudest fantasies into reality, coming up with sequences that she and nobody else could read, moving the game as you play it? Could she locate the moment she went dead inside? Does she remember the year it took to become that way? The fades, the dissolves, the rewritten scenes, all the things you wipe away...

When physical genocide ran its course, cultural genocide followed, reflected in the "compassionate" counsel of Captain Richard Henry Pratt: "A great general has said that the only good Indian is a dead one. In a sense, I agree with the sentiment, but only in this: that all the Indian there is in the race should be dead. Kill the Indian in him, and save the man." Then

Leto, I know you're only acting out of love, but sometimes love can guide a person in the wrong direction. Love can blind us to the truth. You're on the wrong path, my Duke, and you know it in your heart." Although he turned away from her, she did not relent. "You must never love the dead more than the living.

She screamed now. She raved. She raged through the tomb, strewing bones in her wake, tearing limbs and heads from desiccated bodies. She hated the dead. She hated the living even more, those who had abandoned her and still breathed the open air.

Goul or ghul, in Arabic, signifies any terrifying object which deprives people of the use of their senses; hence it became the appellative of that species of monster which was supposed to haunt forests, cemeteries, and other lonely places, and believed not only to tear in pieces the living, but to dig up and devour the dead.

all the way back to the marina the three of them sat on the luggage to keep the dead midget inside.

Forgotten memories surfaced like the ghosts of the dead (...)

Even without the drizzle and approaching darkness, it was a miserable time to be digging up dead people.

This was the threshold to the place of the dead.

She remembered then what had been at the back of her mind. Barracus had told her that the veil to the world of the dead had glowed a strange green when he passed through it. He had told her that when he had gone through that green wall, that was how he knew that he had crossed over into the underworld. He had called it the green breadth of the spirits.

Your forces will try to use shields, but I can tell you from experience that shields don't work. Shields key off life. They have nothing to latch on to with the dead.

You imply a higher value to a life because of a young age. The line, my dear, across which the value of life becomes petty. Where is the line? But a child- He held up a cautionary finger. Do not think to play on my emotions by plying me with the value of the life of a child, as if a higher value can be placed on life because of age. When is a life worth less? Where is the line? At what age? Who decides? All life is of value. Dead is dead, no matter the age.

Voodoo is a very interesting religion for the whole family, even those members of it who are dead.

Look, this is just the cemetery. It's got bylaws and things! It's not Transylvania! There's just dead people here! That doesn't make it scary, does it? Dead people are people who were living once! You wouldn't be so worked up if there were living people buried here, would you?

Granny looked up at the zombie. He was - or, technically, had been - a tall, handsome man. He still was, only now he looked like someone who had walked through a room full of cobwebs. 'What's your name, dead man?' she said.