Dead Quotes - Page 3

Massoud is dead, but not the hope ! (Massoud est mort, - Mais pas l'espoir !)

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 was easier than hope.

O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude...

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

The living has a great hope, we have life to bounce back from any difficulty. The dead had no hope.

It is everything that makes a man. It is everything that makes this man. And that is who I am alive, and that is who I am dead.

I will try to write books until I drop dead.

The Word is alive. We have always known it. But it needs to be uttered, aloud or in the mind of a reader. Without a consciousness to tickle them into life, those books were dead.

Again he shook his head. The world's gone mad, he thought. The dead walk about and I think nothing of it. The return of corpses has become trivial in import. How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough!

How could we have been afraid of her? She was only dead. It’s the living we fear.

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.

The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death

After torturing our adrenaline by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though they are the only ways for us to escape in case of occurrence such an event.

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.

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.

You don’t need a sad soul
to feel the beauty of a dead grave
Just stay with the pale moon
when darkness wants the night to be brave

I’m just happy to have experienced life; to have had a beautiful son and to have loved.

Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.

A hero is not measured by the lives that he has saved. A hero is measured by the number of the dead that he did not join.

I'm chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart. Ignoring the emptiness around me, and hoping for a resurrection of love.