Quotes About Dead

In short, there is a pestilent congregation of influences fatal to drama, which has actually succumbed to them long ago, though there may be certain nervous twitchings in the dead limbs.

The difference between a live play and a dead one is that in the former the characters control the plot, while in the latter the plot controls the characters.

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.

There is a war between the living and the dead, and the Irish stories keep harping upon it. ("The Queen And The Fool")

[History is] a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living.

The past is now like a charnel-house, where the dead do but bury the dead.

The time of mourning for the departure of all earthly enjoyments is at hand. We shall see them, as Eglon's servants did their lord, fallen down dead before us, and weep be cause they are not.

Funerals weren't just about the dead. They were about the dead leaving this world to reside with God, someone Mother wasn't seeing eye to eye with at the moment, if she ever had, and I couldn't shake the concern that in the middle of the service she would spring from her pew and find some way to spite him.

Funerals weren't just about the dead. They were about the dead leaving this world to reside with God, someone Mother wasn't seeing eye to eye with at the moment, if she ever had, and I couldn't shake the concern that in the middle of the service she would spring from her pew and find some way to spite him.

Maybe the dead have finally gone to rest." "They never do, Bo." He thought about the dead who were with him now and who always would be, and he knew Otter was right.

Ghosts. There were too many of them in his life now. He lifted his glass, and with the last swallow of his sherry, he toasted the dead.

The only languages which do not change are dead ones.

So what is slavery? I've already begun to suggest an answer in the last chapter. Slavery is the ultimate form of being ripped from one's context, and thus from all social relationships that make one a human being. Another way to put this is that the slave is, in a very real sense, dead.

Melancholy persons are foreigners in their mother tongue. The dead language they speak foreshadows their suicide.

The only feasible reason I can discover is a depraved appetite, giving an extraordinary craving for meat which we call "high." They are said to bury a dead body for a couple of days in the soil in a forest, and in that time, owing to the climate, it soon becomes putrid enough for the strongest stomachs.

When Zarathustra was alone . . . he said to his heart: "Could it be possible! This old saint in the forest hath not yet heard of it, that God is dead!"

The king dead is a living god.

The greatest responsibility in this world that God has laid upon us is to seek after our dead.

Perhaps you considered yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other. Thirty years now I have labored To dredge the silt from your throat. I am none the wiser.

The society, is, a dishwasher, where all the water, is, dead chipmunk blood. God I'm brilliant.

Where feelings for God are dead, worship is dead.

In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.

Now I'm a God, but tomorrow, when you have to stop me from playing with dead things again, you'll be right back to calling me an idiot, won't you?

The miracle of Sunday is that a dead man lives. The miracle of Saturday is that the eternal Son of God lies dead.