Quotes About Dead

You said your cousin was a necromancer. You know how the natural necromancers operate? They twisted the head off your favorite doll, stuffed a dead bird into it, and made it walk around. And then they were puzzled why you got upset.

No. Besides, if you can't trust an ice giant driving a creeper van with a dead body inside, who can you trust?

Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.

'Big Little Lies' is the story of a school trivia night that goes horrifically wrong, when one parent ends up dead, possibly murdered. I have never attended a school trivia night where a parent ended up dead. In fact, I've never been to a school trivia night at all.

Society honors its living conformists and its dead troublemakers.

I used to say that the Constitution is not a living document. It's dead, dead, dead. But I've gotten better. I no longer say that. The truth is that the Constitution is not one that morphs. It's an enduring Constitution, not a changing Constitution. That is what I've meant when I've said that the Constitution is dead.

I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, and I'm wanted (want-ed...!) dead or alive.

I want him [Saddam Hussein]. I want - I want justice. There is an old poster seen out west. As I recall, it said, Wanted Dead or Alive.

Shurq Elalle: "It's a miserable existence. Day after day, night after night. One step in front of the other, on and on to nowhere in particular." Tehol Beddict: "And being dead has changed all that?

But those days were dead, and the future held only nights, a stretch of darkness that led down to the eternal dark.

Crypt walls. We all have them, there inside—you don't go there often, do you? It's where you keep your dead. Dead relatives, dead dreams, dead promises. Dead selves, so many of those, so many. When you loot, you only take the best things. The things you can use, the things you can sell. And when you seal it all up again, the darkness remains.

Poets may know hunger,' she commented drily, 'but historians devour. And devouring murders language, makes of it a dead thing.

Old men and the dead were the first whisperers of the word vengeance. Old men and the dead stood at the same wall, and while the dead faced it, old men held their backs to it. Beyond that wall was oblivion. They spoke from the end times, and both knew a need to lead the young onto identical paths, if only to give meaning to all they had known and all they had done.

Love is a dog rolling on a dead fish.

Shan slid up beside Cotillion, eyes fixed on Tulas Shorn. A moment later Baran, Rood, Blind, and Gear arrived, padding round the rulers of the Realm of Shadow, and onward to encircle the Tiste Edur. Who held out his hands, as if inviting the beast to draw close. None did. 'They preferred you living, I think', Cotillion observed. 'The dead surrender so much.

I will not live in a city where dead bodies lie abandoned in the streets, and you will not tell the world I do.

What is clear is that a spiritually dead sinner contributes nothing—except his sin—to His salvation, not even his faith.

The landscape slept in peace, while he, as a savior of the dead, walked like a wraith himself beneath the shadows of the trees.

Surely, whatever lived in this place had preceded him from the hall of the dead. He was kindred to it. There was no need for fear.

Perhaps, in a way, she really had become a queen of the dead, as once her dreams had prophesied.

but to be perfectly honest, I have never been spooked by the dead. It is the living who terrify me. The dead are much more predictable and co-operative.

the bowl. Her mind startles her with the wish to be dead. To be dead, instead of in pain. Suicide, she realizes, isn't opting out of the future, it's opting out of the present, for who can see more of the future than that?

What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive?