Quotes About Dead

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. Instead

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

I certainly deprecate any comparison between Herr Hitler and Napoleon: I do not wish to insult the dead. Winston Churchill, speech at Harrow in December 1940

This is the thin time, when the beloved dead draw near. The world turns inward, and the chilling air grows thick with dreams and mystery.

Owls are keepers of the dead, but not just the dead. They're messengers between worlds.

Still less could I be afraid of those ghosts who touch my thoughts in passing. Any library is filled with them. I can take a book from dusty shelves, and be haunted by the thoughts of one long dead, still lively as ever in their winding sheet of words.

It was a hellish night. Some of the wounded still lay in the ravines and hollows, as did all the dead. The wolves that came silently out of the wood did not distinguish between them, judging from the distant screams.

ashes of the dead slaves fleeing on the wind, back toward Africa.

The shadows of the tombstones in the graveyard stretched out long and violet, and the sound of the flies buzzed in my ears, louder than the ringing of the shots that still came—were coming closer—to the frail barrier of the dead.

War seldom looks on the faces of its dead

If I find ye in one of those alcoves, Sassenach, the man you're with is dead. And as for you Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â His hands twitched unconsciously in the direction of his swordbelt.

Thoughts you feel as you act are living thoughts. Thoughts you think while you don't act are dead thoughts.

psychic aptitudes were powers not of the mind, but powers in themselves, and powers that at times actually transcended "mind," or cut across it, or, even, were capable of operating when what we call "mind" was asleep or unconscious — or, even, when clinically dead. Indeed

Books are the steps of the threshold. . . . All Cimmerian authors have passed it . . . Then the wordless language of the dead begins, which says the things that only the language of the dead can say. Cimmerian is the last language of the living, the language of the threshold! You come here to try to listen there, beyond. . . . Listen .

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

The Constitution created a framework, not a Ouija board, precisely because the Framers understood that prospect of a nation ruled for centuries by dead prophets would be the very opposite of freedom.

Always make sure your enemy is dead. If you must fight an Ultramarine, pray you kill him. If he is still alive, then you are dead. 'You are dead, Lorgar. You are dead. You are dead.

To say that the two assassins were dead was as much of an understatement as saying that a supernova is the end of a star's life. It conveyed nothing of the catastrophic violence involved.

It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.

She could drive down Hadley Road until she reached the right spot, then walk in. Would have to drive by the reservoir. She didn't drive that road anymore. But even if she could, she wasn't going to chase some imaginary dead man, or almost dead man, around the countryside.

She stumbled as if in a dream. But this wasn't a dream. It was a real dead body…in Papa's trunk.

Universality has been severely reduced: it is virtually dead as a concept in most areas of public policy.

We have met the Devil of Information Overload and his impish underlings, the computer virus, the busy signal, the dead link, and the PowerPoint presentation.

Love builds highways out of dead ends.