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.

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)

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

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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.

But tears don’t bring back the dead. I learned that.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

Most artists weren’t famous until they died (mostly because once they’d died they couldn’t create any more art, so it would make it more valuable).

A child is not an adult, a child didn’t ask to be here. Any man that doesn’t take care of his responsibilities to his family and to his children, do me a favor STOP calling...

The ocean moans over dead men’s bones.

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...

Granny looked up at the zombie. He was – or, technically, had been – a tall, handsome man. He still was, only now he looked like someone who had walked through a room full of...

I saw you dead.

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse. (Le souvenir des morts – Est bien un bon remords)

Life is but a dream for the dead.

On the king’s gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call’d him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father’s stead.

late” so and so. I’m sorry to break that bad news, but that person isn’t just late—they’re not even coming!

I do not worship a DEAD and buried Christ at Calvary. I worship a ressurected and LIVING Christ in Heaven! Jesus Christ is alive.

Thank you, Dr. Phil, for that fine psychological assessment,” I snapped and motioned my chin to Disco. “Why don’t you and Oprah here go take a long walk off a short plank and do the...

The dead are jealous, jealous, jealous and they will do anything to keep you from the living, the lucky living. They will argue with you, and distract you, and if that doesn’t work, they will...

There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.

I’m dead, but I can’t stop living.

The dead can’t hurt you, they’re dead. Living things can hurt you, living people can hurt you but the dead can’t.

This would have once been a place for contemplation. He looked up at the towers surrounding him. Many of the dead bodies had been removed. Their places had been taken by the living.

Dude, don’t die out here.

The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming…Dead silence.Literally dead.

Woman absent is woman dead.

The apathy of the people is enough to make every statue leap from its pedestal and hasten the resurrection of the dead.

At present, a good many men engaged in scientific pursuits, and who have signally failed in gaining recognition among their fellows, are endeavoring to make reputations among the churches by delivering weak and vapid lectures...

She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she’ll come to realize it.

We are all Dead, just not yet buried.

Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you’re here.

It seems as if Americans like to be the center of attention even after they’re dead.

Some people die and you realize that the only mark they left on earth are the tomb stones under which they lie. The impacts you make on earth should be something worthy to improve lives.

I don’t have time to kill you, and you don’t have time to die, because I’m not into redundancy, and you’re already dead.

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there...

I must be alive,” Gawain said hoarsely. “Dead doesn’t hurt this much.

It is seriously creepy when you receive a friend request from a dead friend in social media asking you to accept.

Slogans seem to be dead; this world is now busy chanting fears of lost democracy