Quotes About Lifeless

A corpse is seldom attractive.

Higher and higher receded the sky, wider and wider spread the streak of dawn, whiter grew the pallid silver of the dew, more lifeless the sickle of the moon...

But the effects were hidden, evident only in the sterility of their art, which continued to feed off the vitality of other cultures, and in the dissolution of their consciousness into dead objects: the plastic and neon, the concrete and steel. Hollow and lifeless as a witchery clay figure. And what little still remained to white people was shriveled like a seed hoarded too long, shrunken past its time, and split open now, to expose a fragile, pale leaf stem, perfectly formed and dead.

platform would look, well, abandoned. Not a

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!

Hopeless and helpless doth AEgeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end.

Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave

real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring." Beyond

The tragedy of polytheism and idolatry is not the arithmetic (many gods instead of one), but that they exchange the only true source of salvation for lifeless and powerless substitutes, and in doing so, introduce injustice, bondage, and cruelty into human life (cf. Rom. 1:21–32).

Here is a book so dull that a whirling dervish could read himself to sleep with it. If you were to recite even a single page in the open air, birds would fall out of the sky and dogs drop dead.

She is in a rut. That's the problem. These sandwiches are a symbol of a life that's going nowhere.

He had the wit of a store mannequin.

People talked so foolishly, I thought, about the ennobling effects of suffering. No doubt the philosophy that tells you your soul grows through grief and sorrow is right--ultimately. But I don't think this is the case at first. At first, pain beyond a certain point merely makes you lifeless, and apathetic to everything but itself.

I resent that the hours seem boring now, emptier. Going through the motions gives you plenty of time to examine the motions. I used to find this interesting. Now it has taken on the taint of meaninglessness. [...] This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

Power is only an aphrodisiac for the living dead

a wandering corpse, a bundle of mindless functions

There was already something dead about him. He didn't rear back in his knees any longer. He squatted over his ankles when he walked. That stillness at the back of his neck. His prosperous-looking belly…sagged like a load suspended from his loins.

He was dead. Even with practice he would never be any deader.

It was the world of the abyss, supposedly as lifeless as the earth's first midnight.

He was deader than a shrunken head at a Hackey Sack festival.

He looked like a bored boy deciding whether to poke a dead fish.

The air became dry and still, like the gap in a dead man's mouth.

POD is DOA.