Quotes About Dead

And why did she even wind up with that impression? He tried to think of what he might have said to imply such a thing. Could his expression really have been so mournful when Kerri had asked him about the blonde in the photograph that Kerri could only conclude Amanda was dead?

Harrow the house of the dead; look shining atNew styles of architecture, a change of heart.

The corpses in the wasteland of past and present haunt us. We are still in Eliot's land of the dead, imprisoned in Kafka's penal colony, running from the unexplained rage of the golem, listening to Lovecraft's drumbeat of horror, and shivering in the chilly shadow of Grau and Murnau's Nosferatu. We cannot awaken from history.

He just got in the car, but the batteries dead. So he asks to use the phone and she gives him some head.

Death is meaningless to the living because they are living, and meaningless to the dead… because they are dead.

And mighty poets in their misery dead.

the meeting between ignorance and knowledge, between brutality and culture - it begins in the dignity with which we treat the dead

Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.

I was suddenly alarmed about leaving this attractive forty-five-year-old woman alone with him, dead though she was.

She is defeated, and her husband is vanquished. But everyone knows that she will not accept her defeat, she will plot and scheme for her son, just as Edward told me that I must plot and scheme for ours. She will never stop until she is back in England and the battle is drawn up again. She will never stop until her husband is dead, her son is dead, and she has no one left to put on the throne. This is what it means to be Queen of England in this country today. This

You were the Morning Star among the living. In death, O Evening Star, you light the dead.

We the survivors are not the true witnesses. The true witnesses, those in possession of the unspeakable truth are the drowned, the dead, the disappeared.

We used to live in your house, George said. And now, guess what? Jerry added. Now we're dead in your house!

If you ask me if I'm imagining it again, I'm going to punch you out, Dead Man Walking." Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eve. "He doesn't sound crazy." "Er," she clarified, "crazier. He sounds like he's back to normal, which is baseline crazy.

Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead, he called. And you said my dispersal system would never work!

If he had any kind of a clue, he wouldn't be caught dead with that stuff. See what I did there? Caught dead? I crack myself up." Eve sipped more coffee she probably, at this point, didn't need.

There was a damp crack as the flesh and bones of the dead finally failed, and the gate slammed shut.

If this was the best wine that Jim and Nora could afford or, worse, if this was their idea of a good wine - well, sadly, then they were better off dead.

As a teenager, I always intended to do my homework. But when the supplicant dead come to you for justice and you also have occasional prophetic dreams, life tends to interfere with your studies.

The dead can be even more frustrating to deal with than are many of the living, which is astonishing when you consider it's the living who run the Department of Motor Vehicles.

When Mary Shelley took a local legend based on truth and crafted fiction from it, she'd made Victor a tragic figure and killed him off. He understood her dramatic purpose for giving him a death scene, but he loathed her for portraying him as tragic and a failure. Her judgement of his work was arrogant. What else of consequence did she ever write? And of the two, who was dead - and who was not?

It was one of the moments you stay in, to hell with all the troubles of before and after. The sky is blue and the dead are coming back. Later in the afternoon, with sad resignation, the county fair bares its breasts.

you have to bear witness to your dead. You simply have to. You have to step into their energy field of whatever remains of their spirit, their soul, their essence and let it pass through your body. And in the passing, maybe a wisp of it adheres to you, grafts itself to your cells. And in this communion, the dead continue to live. Or strive to.

If it's ever within your power to do so, she considered saying aloud to Brian (but didn't), you have to bear witness to your dead. You simply have to. You have to step into the energy field of whatever remains of their spirit, their soul, their essence and let it pass through your body. And in the passing, maybe a wisp of it adheres to you, grafts itself to your cells. And in this communion, the dead continue to live. Or strive to.