Dead Quotes - Page 3

Jacob studied the iron graveyard, where every vehicle was its own gravestone. He drove slowly through, as if he was afraid to wake the dead. That was not it though. The general made it clear that they should fear the living.

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

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

Truth is not fully explosive, but purely electric. You don't blow the world up with the truth; you shock it into motion.

For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...

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Dead is not an option ".

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

The scariest thing about death is not dying, it's the uncertainty of what happens after

Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about.

Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.

It's sad that several political parties still count the dead, the starving, the unemployed by their religion, caste, creed and sect. The young generation needs to engage in politics of right vs wrong and not right vs left.

What does the body matter if the soul is dead?

I’m nothing but a thought in the mind of God,I’m Satan’s slave; I open my eyes and flee, I’m mankind, I worship, and I kill,All in the name of Love, hateI’m the slaughtered lamb, I’m luzbel I’m the one paying for your sins,I’m your son; I am your mom and dad,I’m the one, who worships God, I’m a killer and a saint,I’m just a thought in the mind of God.I laugh and I suffer, I get killed, and I kill others,I’m nothing but a thought in the mind of GodI’m compassion and rage, I love, I cheat, and I lie, I tell the truth, I’m dead, I’m alive, I’m in hell, the place people called paradise,I am just a thought in the mind of God

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 is flat again.

Some men would not still be HIV negative or alive, if they had managed to sleep with some of the women with whom they want or wanted to have sex.

Why do the living assume the dead know better than we do? Like they gained some knowledge by dying, but why wouldn't they just be the same confused people they were before they died?

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 know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it's not so important. Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

It's when you sit alone,Or lay in your bed, That we will be watching,Waiting,Until you get scared.Then we will come,A scratch and a chill,For you will feel goosebumps,Look at the windowsill!Did you see a face?Looking in at you,You know that you did,Beware...you'll turn blue.Is that the wind,Howling at the moon,Or is it a werewolf,That's coming for you?So sit in your chair,Or lay in your bed,Because we''ll be there,And you'll be dead!

Is there any hope for the dead?

One may picture, too, the sudden shifting of the attention, the swiftly spreading coils and bellyings of that blackness advancing headlong, towering heavenward, turning the twilight to a palpable darkness, a strange and horrible antagonist of vapour striding upon its victims, men and horses near it seen dimly, running, shrieking, falling headlong, shouts of dismay, the guns suddenly abandoned, men choking and writhing on the ground, and the swift broadening-out of the opaque cone of smoke. And then night and extinction – nothing but a silent mass of impenetrable vapour hiding its dead.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

Pluto is dead, I know as I observed the Terminator that was sent to kill it

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

With characteristic lack of false modesty, John once said to me, "My looks are a rough test of people. If they don't begin to see me beautiful when they have had a chance to learn, I know they're dead inside, and dangerous.

Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren’t for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births.

In this world, people always find a way of doing what they want

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.

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

Evil won’t leave you alone until you take a stand or until you’re dead.

Though we are terrorized by death, it's not different from birth, it just happens

If GOD can raise a dead man, then He can raise a living man's dead anything.