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)

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.

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

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Como si fuera más digno morirse de leucemia que de SIDA. Como si fuera indigno ser sidoso. Como si en la muerte hubiera alguna dignidad

You can curse the dead or pray for them, but don’t expect them to do a thing for you. They’re far too interested in watching us, to see what in heaven’s name we will do...

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong,...

O may I join the choir invisibleOf those immortal dead who live againIn minds made better by their presence; liveIn pulses stirred to generosity,In deeds of daring rectitude…

There’s one good kind of writer – a dead one.

If you ask me if I think I will be sober in 24 hours time I can say yes, but in two years I can’t tell you. I could be dead.

There’re three reasonspeople get away from here:gone good, gone bad orgone dead.

You cannot do anything good for a dead man! Whatever goodness you want to do for him, do it when he is alive!

[…]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

I love ‘Evil Dead 2!’ Who doesn’t love ‘Evil Dead 2?’

My vanity is not dead. I laugh when I see pictures of myself as I am now-maybe so I won’t cry, but just because it is really funny how much I’ve changed.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

The old world told men merely about to live and to die.Today men think about defeating death and resurrection.

Think about this: You don’t know when these people are going to die. They could get into a car today and be killed on the way home. Did they ever hear about Jesus? God has...

All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one…

Mama wasn’t dead…exactly. They all said she was, but when Elma was small, she seen Mama creep into her room at night, half-naked, head all bloodied red like when they found her by the well...

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can’t have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I‘d rather not be in cage. I’d rather...

It’s surviving that takes all the work.

They’re dead. They’re all dead.

Hugging trees has a calming effect on me. I’m talking about enormous trees that will be there when we are all dead and gone. I’ve hugged trees in every part of this little island.

For me, it’s all about The Dubliners by James Joyce. I love The Dead.

My love disappeared, along with the evidence of her dead body.

I went to a wake, but I wasn’t awake. I was asleep, not dead.

The poor fellow has nothing to say: he’s dead, alas!

There is only one way to fight, and that’s dirty. Clean gentlemanly fighting will get you nowhere but dead, and fast. Take every cheap shot, every low blow, absolutely kick people when they’re down, and...

Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.

It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.

The dead live.” “How do they live?” “By love.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

Death became a desired option. I hoped I would hit a mine or run into an ambush and just end it all. I think some part of me wanted to join the legions of the...

HECUBA: I had a knife in my skirt, Achilles. When Talthybius bent over me, I could have killed him. I wanted to. I had the knife just for that reason. Yet, at the last minute...

Better a live dog than a dead lion.

I alone knew what I had suffered. I alone knew what it felt like to be alive but dead.

Maybe that was one of the problems with these men who lived forever, they’d built up an immunity or resistance to affection. Perhaps because when everyone they knew and loved continued to die, they realized...

In the end, this volume should be read a s a collection of love stories, Above all, they are tales of love, not the love with which so many stories end – the love of...

Keep extending hand for friendship. Those alive will grip yours with theirs, while the morally dead will inflate; rubbing their own palms.

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...

If he can’t get to the clock, any idea how we deal with this lot?””With great care,” Donegan suggested.”How about we run off shout and they follow?” Said Gracious. “Then, just when they think they’ve...

I love how sincere she is. She makes a mannequin look like Mother Theresa, though she looks better naked. And I hope she thinks I look better naked than a dead woman.

No thanks, I’m asexual.

The least I can do is speak out for the hundreds of chimpanzees who, right now, sit hunched, miserable and without hope, staring out with dead eyes from their metal prisons. They cannot speak for...

By then she was dead. In fact, she may have been dead a while ago. Physically, several seconds ago, mentally, ages ago.

When you find you don’t like a character, you just type four letters and he’s dead.