Quotes About Dead

I saw the picture of it in his eyes: the great captain walking to him across the fields of asphodel. He would kneel on smoky knees, and Odysseus would gesture him up. They would dwell side by side in the house of the dead. Side by side, where I could never go.

No soul wish to be sent early to the endless gloom of our underworld. Exile might satisfy the anger of the living, but it did not appease the dead.

In Damascus: the traveler sings to himself: I return from Syria neither alive nor dead but as clouds that ease the butterfly's burden from my fugitive soul

Lass, the man is already dead," said one of the twins. "You do nae have to pull his head off. 'Tis already twisted around enough on its own.

The mystery of the evergreen marking the grave of the dead sun god is also perpetuated in the Christmas tree.

The English remained paralysed by their own rivalries until the following April, at which point Æthelred made an invaluable contribution to the war effort by dropping dead, clearing the way for Edmund to succeed him.

Anxiously he explored every one of these vaguely seen shapes, as though among the phantoms of the dead, in the realms of darkness, he had been searching for a lost Eurydice.

But since the facts which I should then have recalled would have been prompted only by voluntary memory, the memory of the intellect, and since the pictures which that kind of memory shows us preserve nothing of the past itself, I should never have had any wish to ponder over this residue of Combray. To me it was in reality all dead. Permanently

Do you mortify; do you make it your daily work; be always at it whilst you live; cease not a day from this work; be killing sin, or it will be killing you. Your being dead with Christ virtually, your being quickened with him, will not excuse you from this work.

I say, then, that mortification is the work of believers, and believers only. To kill sin is the work of living men; where men are dead (as all unbelievers, the best of them, are dead), sin is alive, and will live. 2.

It's about time you got here, you hunk. He gave her a little squeeze an asked, Why don't you run away with me? Then you wouldn't have a job and I'd have to support you. Weather said. Then he'd be dead and you wouldn't have to support him, Davenport said. Still, couple good days at a Motel 6 in Mankato . . . might be worth it, Virgil said to her. Davenport said, Yeah it would be. When you're right, you're right.

This is the last time I would ever visit the cemetery or my wife's grave, but I didn't want to expend too much effort in trying to remember it. As I said, this is the place where she's never been anything but dead. There's not much value in remembering that.

I'm sorry," the groundskeeper said. "Usually the kharhn we feed to the kingsflower are already dead. I never get to see anything live fed to it. This is exciting for me.

Listen to me or don't. But if you don't, you'll be dead. And then where will you be? Dead, that's where.

You could say our new colonies live off the bodies of the dead. Only they're not really the bodies of the dead. They're just the cast-off bodies of the living.

It was risky," Wilson said. "But the alternative was worse." "You mean us breaking off our diplomatic relationship with you," said the other Icheloe. "Well, I was actually thinking of a dead dog," Wilson said. "But yes, that, too.

life is a gift and it's meant for the living, and we dishonor our dead by squandering that gift in favor of the destructiveness of our self-pity.

A mood of stirred-up unsatisfied desire at whose fringes licks the depressing idea that nothing matters very much, we'll all soon be dead.

Phillip is the Paul McCartney of our family: better-looking than the rest of us, always facing a different direction in pictures, and occasionally rumored to be dead.

I've heard the name before: Anubis. An Egyptian name. The name of a god.The god of the dead.

When the dead are afraid, you know there's a big problem.

If I hadn't stopped to thank the ghoul, I might not be covered in rotting, slimy, dead guy. I shook my head ruefully and continued walking. No good deed goes unpunished.

In other circumstances, Ivan might have offered him a job. Sadly, with a few notable meta exceptions, dead men didn't code very well.

Foreigners are sending messages to the planets. We are sending rice and cereals to our dead fore-father through the Brahmins. It is a wise deed?