Even Jesus, three days, died. Who is strong doesn’t make the strong. (Même Jésus, trois jours, est mort. Qui est fort ne fait le fort)

You have one life. You’re dead for tens of billions of years, and you’re going to be dead for tens of billions of years.

None of the dead come back. But some stay.

For all the accomplishments of molecular biology, we still can’t tell a live cat from a dead cat.

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Kellyanne opened the car door and crawled into my bedroom. Her face was puffy and pale and fuzzed-over. She just came in and said: “Ashmol, Pobby and Dingan are maybe-dead.” That’s how she said it.

I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.

The stamp is something left over from an inpatient hospital program. In some other program RELEASED used to mean a client was set free. Now it means a client is dead. Nobody wanted to special-order...

It’s better to get a rosebud while you’re alive than a whole bouquet after you’re dead.

because I have found something not only to live on, but something to die for”!

Searching for our kindred dead isn’t just a hobby. It is a fundamental responsibility for all members of the Church. We believe that life continues after death and that all will be resurrected.

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is...

How could we have been afraid of her? She was only dead. It’s the living we fear.

There’s no secret on how to attain a greater height, just keep climbing the ladder, don’t look at the dreadful distance, lock up that negative thoughts today, and fulfil your dreams.

Being dead means never having to do anything sneaky.

Dying venture firms are like the walking dead. They can have years of staggering around with stakes in still active portfolio companies, hoping they’re still holding a lottery ticket that could put them back in...

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets… Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of...

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.

I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

I want to do what little I can to make my country truly free, to broaden the intellectual horizon of our people, to destroy the prejudices born of ignorance and fear, to do away with...

The exhilaration of battle was agreeable to him, but the sight of the dead, with their clay faces, blank eyes, and stiff bodies, which, when not unnaturally shrunken, were unnaturally swollen, had always intolerably affected...

[Magnus] held on to the boy, newborn in grave dirt and blood, and he wished that he had found him dead.

Meanwhile, we have carved out a place for ourselves among the dead; the glittering pinnacles of commerce rise along the skyline, their foundations sunk in a charnel house; and the lost lie forgotten below us...

But my gloom did not lessen. I knew that I’d had a bad dream, and I stood in the dark trying to recollect it. The second I closed my eyes, I was with the dead....

The day you stop learning is the day you begin to die. Lack of knowledge is the fundamental principle for killing “alive and kicking” dreams.

You’ll know the economy is dead when industry stops and escalators turn into stairs. That’ll be the day slinkies take over the world.

Grave is a journey not a destination

March 1898What a strange dream I had last night! I wandered in the warm streets of a port, in the low quarter of some Barcelona or Marseille. The streets were noisome, with their freshly-heaped piles...

At the age of 18 all young poets are sure they will be dead at 21 – of old age.

According to Jewish legend, only the very wisest and very holiest rabbis had the power to make golems, animated servants of clay. Strictly speaking, the golem is not in the same class with Frankenstein’s monster,...

When I was cast for ‘Walking Dead,’ I was still doing ‘Lone Ranger,’ so I have my ‘Lone Ranger’ look with the handlebar mustache. I think everybody appreciates the professional mustache.

Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings…but there’s something dead about it,...

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

I don’t want to see no dead body. Willie ain’t in there. She put her walkin’ shoes on. She gone to see the Lord.

The dead aren’t scary. They are just sad.

He’s looking at the wall and at the floor and at the bedsheets and at the way his knuckles look when he clenches his fist but no not at me he won’t look at me...

In short, you had that particular ability which I never had: the ability to be alive.

I am a dead woman. Dead and insane.

I don’t see the point in worrying now that I a half-dead and not when I was okay.

Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.

Mother is dead.

There’s a clock on the wall. Press your hand against the face and turn it very slightly to the. Left. There’ll be a click to tell you it’s done.””Sounds easy enough.””Yes it does,” said Sanguine....

I’d be willing to walk around wearing clothes from the 1930s, telling everyone I am a time traveler. You’ve got to do more than dig if you want to earn the love of a dead...

The day is won […] And yet you do not smile, boy. The living should smile, for the dead cannot.

I love ‘True Blood.’ I love ‘The Walking Dead.’ Those are fantastic series.

Only the dead, can speak about their world.

She was not yet dead. But I was already alone.

Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘… Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.