Dead Quotes

I look alive. I'm dead inside. My heart has holes, and black blood flows.

Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or you can sink a dead body.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

Don't be decieved by your mortality, you're just a piece of debris, and the sophisticated one lies inside us which was either created or would be destroyed.

Respect the dead, learn from them, do not follow or avenge them.

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.

The sun leaves me to silence
Before my eyes adjust
My ears are tuned for violence
My jaw begins to rust
His words wrap all about me
And heavy as they seem
They do not feel as filthy
As leaving them in dreams

Death people who are still alive at this hour, must resurrect and ascend to the intellectual heaven where there is no ignorance.

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

(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 them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.

What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin. Words are a gift to the dead and a warning to the living.

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

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

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

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.

The dead are way more organized than the living.

Crap.
It's all crap.
Living is crap.
Life has no meaning.
None. Nowhere to be found.
Crap.
Why doesn't anybody realize this?

Life is but a dream for the dead.

Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.