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With you, I am. Without you, I am not.
Dear Matt, In less than a day, I’ ll be standing on the same sand you stood on so many times before. Well, not the same sand, with the tides and winds and erosion and all of that, but the same symbolic sand. I’m so excited and scared that I can’ t sleep – even though I have to wake up in five hours! You know, I saved every one of your postcards. They’re here in a box under my bed – all the little stories you sent, like little pieces of California. Like the beach glass you guys always brought me. Sometimes I dump it out on my desk and press my ear to the pieces, trying to hear the ocean. Trying to hear you. But you don’ t say anything. Remember how you’ d come back from your vacation on the beach and tell me what it really felt like? What the ocean sounded like at dawn when the beach was deserted? What your hair and skin tasted like after swimming in saltwater all day? How the sand could burn your feet as you walked on it, but if you stuck your toes in, it was cold and wet underneath? How you spent three hours sitting on Ocean Beach just to watch the sun sink into the water a million miles away? If I closed my eyes as you were talking, it was like I was there, like your stories were my stories. In many ways, I feel as if I have memories of you there, too. Do you think that’s crazy? Matt, please don’ t think badly about Frankie’s contest. It’s just a silly game. It’s so Frankie, you know? No, I guess you wouldn’ t. You’ d kill her if you did! She just misses you. We all do. I’ ll look out for her, though. I promise. Please watch over us tomorrow, and for the next few weeks while we’re away. You’ ll be in my thoughts the whole time, like always. I’m going to find some red sea glass for you. I miss you more than you could ever know. Love, Anna
May the dead forgive me, I can do no other But as I am commanded; to do more is madness." - Ismene
Good thing we weren't here when this happened," Fred added. "We'd be pancakes - DEAD ones!
Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil's garden.
I am only a human. I plot. I scheme. I believe my own lies. I err. I sin. I look the other way even if something inside me dies. I get away with almost everything. Why? Because I am only a human.
I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.
I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.
Ich bin jemand, der ich nicht bin ich gehe, aber ich weiß nicht, wohin ich fühle, aber ich weiß nicht, was ich will lieber tot sein als DAS
From the first, Istanbul had given him the impression of a town where, with the night, horror creeps out of the stones. It seemed to him a town the centuries had so drenched in blood and violence that, when daylight went out, the ghosts of its dead were its only population.
Being certain one is alive isn't something to which one pays mind. If you could ask the question, you were fine. If you could not, hopefully you had a cozy coffin.
‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.
You’re not dead, Lyssy,” Lisar says quietly. “Out of all the people I’ve met in the world, you’re the person that’s most alive.
Some people each left their spouse or lover because he or she was no longer the primary source of their happiness; some, because their spouse or lover was, at that time, the primary source of their unhappiness.
What separated the living from one another could be as impenetrable as whatever barrier separated the living from the dead.
Lailah Gifty Akita
The dead neither see nor ear.
My body weeps to live when you make me believe that someday I will be dead soul sleepless in graveyard's bed
Sometimes things happen that give me cause to believe I no longer exist. Car park barriers which do not lift when I drive towards them, automatic doors which do not open automatically as I approach.
After torturing our adrenaline by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though they are the only ways for us to escape in case of occurrence such an event.
My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once been?
Drake’s dead,” Astrid said. “Dead people don’t come back. Let’s not be ridiculous.” Howard made a derisive snort. “Okay. That’s as far as I go with you on this, Sammy boy.” He made a hand-washing gesture. Astrid slammed her palm on the table, surprising even herself. “Somebody better tell me what all these back-and-forth looks are about.” “Brittney,” Howard said, spitting the name out like it was poison. “She came back. Sam had her and stuck her with Brianna, and told me not to talk about it.” “Brittney?” Astrid said, confused. Howard said, “Yeah. You know, like dead-girl Brittney? Way dead? Dead a long time and buried a long time and suddenly she’s sitting in my house chatting? That Brittney.” “I’m still not…” “Well, Astrid,” Howard said, “I guess we just found the limits of your big old genius brain. Point is that someone who was very seriously dead is suddenly not so dead anymore.” “But…,” Astrid started. “But Drake…” “As dead as Brittney,” Howard said. “Which might be a slight problem, since Brittney isn’t exactly dead herself.
I know now, what is the worst thing about broken heart. I am not dead.
Los muertos le daban mala espina o al menos eso decía ella, pero yo no comprendía que eso fuese posible. Los cadáveres están tranquilos y en silencio: totalmente quietos, totalmente inofensivos. Un cuerpo nunca se va a mover, no se reirá de ti y no te juzgará. Un muerto no te va a chillar, a pegar ni a abandonar.
Conflict occurs everywhere except in the cemetery. Everyone experiences conflict except the dead. Thankful for being alive...
The fact that you have just buried your parent or parents and/or sibling or siblings does not make you less likely to die today.
Quisiera entrar en la muerte sin miedo y sin culpa
The dead are often known to eat 27 and 53
Thus looked at from outside, these guests --in this dead-and-alive dining room, of this dead-and-alive house, of this dead-and-alive street, of this dead-and-alive little town--in grey, dead winter of the deadliest part of the most deadly war in history--thus seen from a detached point of view, they presented an extraordinary spectacle.
Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her? His throat moved. Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder was easier than hope.
Saige, Mother is . . .” I briefly close my eyes and swallow, clearing my mouth from saliva. “Mother is dead.
The answer of life struggles in between two kinds of people- those who live to dream and those who dream to live Ask them the question about death if they can truly conceive
Lo importante es tener salud, el resto se arregla". Es la más pura verdad, Victoria, para todo, todo de verdad, en esta vida hay solución, menos para la muerte.
It’s why we close the eyes, too. The dead shouldn’t have to look on the lewd aliveness of the living.
Ronan," Noah said, "I have a super bad feeling." "It's called being dead," Ronan replied.
Marketing without sales is dead.
Maybe it's for good what has happen, maybe it's not for good. Nobody knows, but don't ruin your day thinking about this sad event (The Dead). In the film "The Night Before", the same thing happen, but it went to something new and wonderful, marvelous how?? The friends become best friends, parties, loads fun. This is all what we need!
Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?
Clubs and Bars are a real dead zone.
Etymological fallacy is the worst sort of pedantry: a meaningless personal opinion trying to dress itself up as concern for preserving historical principles. It misses that language change itself is a historical principle: a language that doesn't change is a dead language
The tragedy of unfulfilling life is that you're already dead but no one pronounced you dead...
Everyone has a story with coca-cola people like Wayne Dyer even and people like Alan Rickman and many other people, so... they are dead so you can take it Coca-Cola is part of the history!
It is perhaps rather fine, after all, being dead. Highly underrated in the modern western world.
Lo, great and small say, 'I wish i were dead’ Little children say, “He should not have made me live!” Lo, children of nobles are dashed against wails, Infants are put out on high ground.
What is the measure of life But the distance travelled From womb to catacomb, Does the ever after take account?
No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wings. - Garraty's thoughts on death and dying, The Long walk
I often think about this, that is, I imagine to myself that here is Vera, dead, totally motionless, lying on the table, in a coffin... and I too, of course can no longer live. But for some reason this gives me pleasure, a terrible amount of pleasure to imagine so the one I love: earlier I imagined grandmother and then my fiance in this manner, even my favorite animals, Sparky our cat with the fiery bursts of red on his gray-black fur. ("Thirty-Three Abominations")
Because if God doesn't exist we are the creatures of highest consciousness in the universe. We alone understand the passage of time and the value off every minute of human life. And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would have died tomorrow or the day after or eventually . . . it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, this life . . . every second of it . . . is all we have.
When you feel like there is nothing else matter, you just feel like unable to breath because you finally realise that even the oxygen you're breathing is polluted.
The dead must heed them.