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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The only thing that will be remembered about my enemies after they’re dead is the nasty things I’ve said about them.

You smell so good,””No, I don’t, I smell like death.””You’re crazy, you’re not dead. You do not smell like death.””I was dead a long time.””And now you’re not. Hence the alive smell.

God is dead!

I was dead unit you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came…and I was awakened.

I think eulogies are wasted on the dead. It’s the living who need to hear kind words spoken about them.

When you aspire to inspire before you expire, you conspire to inspire even after you pause to respire. Keep pushing it!

,Cómo voy asobrevivir a esta añoranza? ,Cómo lo hacen otros? La gente muereconstantemente. Todos los días. A todas horas. Hay familias por todo elmundo mirando camas donde ya no duerme nadie, zapatos que ya nadie...

I didn’t know what to say to her – I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

Metias is gone again. He is always gone.

If you don’t get out of this bar, you are going to be writing your thesis via Ouija board.

The moment you give up your principles, and your values, you are dead, your culture is dead, your civilization is dead. Period.

There are no happy endings, he knew, because nothing ends; and if there were any being dispensed, a great many worthier people would be in line for them long before Michael and Laura and himself....

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

There are days when I am just dead on the floor, and I’m there in my makeup, and that’s getting a little tiring.

Astride of a grave and a difficult birth.Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps.We have time to grow old.The air is full of our cries.But habit is a great deadener.At...

We’re all dead…Some of us are just a little further along than others.

I am not worried about dying, what I am worried about is not living

Funerals are for the living, Jace, not for the dead.

The faithful clamoured to be buried alongside the martyrs, as close as possible to the venerable remains, a custom which, in anthropological terms, recalls Neolithic beliefs that certain human remains possessed supernatural properties. It was...

The left-wing, which consists of armoured and motorized forces and has no enemy in front of it, will be stopped dead in its tracks upon direct order from the Fuhrer.

We live for our unfulfilled dreams when we are alive. Our fulfilled dreams live for us when we are gone!

I saw an old guy sleeping, and I thought he was dead. But I kept checking his pockets for money, because it seemed like the right thing to do.

I will try to write books until I drop dead.

When I got home, I seemed in a dream. My windows looked upon hers; I remained all the day looking at them, and all the day they were closed and dark. I forgot everything for...

If your existence does not make any difference, you are no more than a dead body.

Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.

Stop sleeping, Get to work! You will have much time to sleep when you die.

Life is great, and without it, you’d be dead.

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

Stay back,”I warned. “Stay away from him.” They kept coming. “Stay back!” I yelled. They stopped. Except for one. “Rose,” came a soft voice. “Drop the sword.” My hands shook. I swallowed. “Get away from...

New research shows that you will be dead longer than you will be alive.

No! no! My engagement is with no bride–the worms! the worms expect me! I am a dead man–I have been slain by robbers–my body lies at Wurtzburg–at midnight I am to be buried–the grave is...

Death says a million words that the heart can’t pen.

The living are made of nothing but flaws. The dead, with each passing day in the afterlife, become more and more impeccable to those who remain earthbound.

At least, usually someone has the good sense to get dead when you go to all the trouble to shoot them.

In the ’90s, guitar solos were dead.

John Wesley’s own grave holds the bones of many other people, including at least five ministers. One can only imagine the bickering.

Show your compassion to people in their life time; no amount of your tears can serve as compensation when their coffins are lowered!

The kind of death you should mourn over is the one that happen when you abort your potentials prematurely! Life without purpose is a tragedy!

Our sole concern with the long dead is aesthetic

(Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.) You do not immortalize the lost by writing about...

What separated the living from one another could be as impenetrable as whatever barrier separated the living from the dead.

So difficult is it for us to know, with the dead as with the living, whether a thing would cause them joy or sorrow!

In the long run we are all dead. Economists set themselves too easy, too useless a task if in tempestuous seasons they can only tell us that when the storm is long past the ocean...

I weep fer the livin. I weep fer the dead. I weep fer the yet to be born.