Quotes About Dead

The casket was lined with lovely velvet, which must have felt lovely even to the dead, but the glowing man continued to rip up the casket.

Dead mothers are rather fashionable these days. They lend such an attractive air of tragedy.

Autumn. The grace in letting dead things fall.

In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.

Our American professors like their literature clear and cold and pure and very dead.

And everyday I open a volume or two, read a few lines or pages, allow the voices of the forgotten dead to resonate inside my head. Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so. For it must be very lonely being dead.

And everyday I open a volume or two, read a few lines or pages, allow the voices of the forgotten dead to resonate inside my head. Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs?

Traffic was stopped dead and I nudged the window switch and listened to the blowing horns approach peak volume. We were trapped in our own obsessive clamor.

The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.

For a moment I was disoriented, seized by panic; could a ghost embody itself through wavelengths, electronic dots, a picture tube? What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?

light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.

could a ghost embody itself through wavelengths, electronic dots, a picture tube? What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?

My next course of action was to take my phone off the hook, because I kept getting obnoxious messages along the lines of, "Where's that kidney?" and "You have to get to the hospital immediately!" and "He's dead.

Well, for starters, it's an island. Oahu and especially Honolulu were highly populated when the dead started coming back, and because it's an island, there would have been no escape from the creatures. It will be very risky to attempt resupply with that many of those things massed in the areas we'll be operating.

After a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-" "Okay, that was so not my fault-" "-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population." "I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans." "They smell bad when they're dead." "All you mortal types do.

The insignia would be meaningless to all but a few people, most of whom were dead. See you soon, boys.

Patience is a virtue best left to the dead, who can afford it,

The traditional statement about language is that it is in itself living, and that writing is the dead part of language.

Lark of memory it is your blood that is flowing and not mine Lark of memory I have tightened my fist Lark of memory dead bird of mist you should not have come to eat from my hand the grains of oblivion.

It's a dreadful assertion to make that once the war is over, the lesson learned, the conclusion drawn lies anywhere but in the verdict 'slaughter'. The dead are very quickly forgotten. But it's extraordinary - and a good thing too - how we're bested by them in this respect.

While reading Tarot I have had encounters with so-called dead people that do not consider themselves so. The information that they have passed on to the client is always valid ... and what has become obvious to me through interaction with these people is that none of them are dead! Only the observer considers them so.

She'd been shunned by the living and betrayed by the dead.

Gradually, like the emigration of an insidious, phantom population, Leningrad belonged more to the dead than to the living. The dead watched over streets and sat in snow-swamped buses. Whole apartment buildings were tenanted by them, where in broken rooms, dead families sat waiting at tables. Their dominion spread room by room, like lights going out in evening.

Tomorrow is the benefit dinner for the Save the Chameleon Fund. The Decentville Zoo thinks their chameleons are either dead, missing, or plaid.