Quotes About Dead

clock in a jeweller's window gave the time as twenty-three minutes to five. She knew, by the consequential scurry of its second-hand, that it was alive. It was surrounded by other clocks that made mad dead statements of divergent times as if, she thought, to set before her the stages of that day's fruitless pilgrimage.

Sylvia Plath's writing, to her, broke open the "vaults of the dead"

Ghosts grew from the thin grey mist of hollow hills, the damp and drizzle of dusk, the breath of the dead.

The most repulsive and grotesque spectacle is that of the superiority of a living professor over a dead genius.

Economists are surgeons who operate beautifully on the dead and torment the living.

An economist is a surgeon with an excellent scalpel and a rough-edged lancet, who operates beautifully on the dead and tortures the living.

So," went on Chichikov, "if no obstacle stands in the way, we might as well proceed to the completion of the purchase." "What? Of the purchase of the dead souls?" "Of the 'dead' souls? Oh dear no! Let us write them down as LIVING ones, seeing that that is how they figure in the census returns.

Le camp masculin, le plus superficiel, ne s'intéressa qu'aux âmes mortes; le camp féminin s'occupa exclusivement du rapt de la fille du gouverneur.

If they only knew how stupid it was to worry about stranger danger now. I heaved a sigh. "I met him yesterday by the Seven-Eleven. He's been dead since Monday.

But what good is living if the life you lead is brittle and dead?

Life alone is enough. I find it … more exciting and encouraging than I can explain, more important than I can explain. There is life out there. There are living worlds just a few light years away, and the United States is busy drawing back from even our nearby dead worlds, the moon and Mars. I understand why they are, but I wish they weren't.

If one could not bear the memory of the dead, then they must be shut out of memory. There was no other action anyone could take against the bafflement of grief.

I merely observe that all living things are manipulated. As long as there is a will, it is bent and twisted constantly. Only the dead are allowed the luxury of freedom, and then only because they want nothing, and therefore can't be thwarted.

He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.

There's a scholar, he went on, a creature who earns his bread by footnoting a dead genius or sniping at a living one.

Petersburg! I still possess a list of addresses,Which will help me to hear the voices of the dead.

A beast of prey tamed and in captivity — every zoological garden can furnish examples — is mutilated, world-sick, inwardly dead. Some of them voluntarily hunger-strike when they are captured. Herbivores give up nothing in being domesticated.

A beast of prey tamed and in captivity — every zoological garden can furnish examples — is mutilated, world-sick, inwardly dead.

because the rest of the relics in the place lurched toward me then, like some nursing-home theater guild performing Night of the Living Dead.

The dead, empty weight of perfect silence lay over the little lake behind the barn.

At the sound of Austin's voice, the kid's eyes fluttered open. "Am … I … dead?" Austin grinned. "I'm only a paramedic, not a doctor, but I'm gonna guess no.

A vampire?" MacAullif said. There is no way I can do justice to the skepticism, sarcasm, and mistrust with which MacAullif managed to imbue the word. "That's right." "You want me to find a vampire?" "I'd be relieved if you could. I'm afraid he might be dead.

Somewhere at my center, with the madness I had locked away, I had sealed off the part of me that knew how to love. It was too close to the part of me that knew how to hate, and that was at the center of the madness. I had sealed them all away, leaving a dead place...

Who goes dere? Friend or Foe?" "Neither," said Pidge and he laughed. "Doan know what to do about a Neither," said the frog looking baffled. Then he remembered that he was supposed to say something more. "Tress.. um, tress…ah!…passers! Trespassers will be….will be…" He forgot the rest. "What?" asked Brigit. "Trespassers will be kilt stone dead!" the frog said brightly. "Oh, really?" said Brigit.