Tell me now, Angel, do you think we shall meet again after we are dead? I want to know.” He kissed her to avoid a reply at such a time. “O, Angel – I fear that means no!” said she, with a suppressed sob. “And I wanted so to see you again – so much, so much! What – not even you and I, Angel, who love each other so well?

But was it not true that there were people, certain individuals, whom one found it impossible to picture dead, precisely because they were so vulgar? That was to say: they seemed so fit for life, so good at it, that they would never die, as if they were unworthy of the consecration of death

I don’t think there’s anything positive in the WCW brand at all. It was dead when they brought it. They were going to bury us when they did business.

Between the reputation of the author living and the reputation of the same author dead there is ever a wide discrepancy

With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change

What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!

Charity brings to life again those who are spiritually dead

These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth’s foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling
And took their wages and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth’s foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.

But, – and there it is, – we want to live and move, though we have no reason to, because it happens that it is the nature of life to live and move, to want to live and move. If it were not for this, life would be dead. It is because of this life that is in you that you dream of your immortality.

Why should I and the beauty in me be ruled by the dead? Beauty is alive and everlasting. Languages come and go. They are the dust of the dead.

Your mother was beautiful.” His voice was regretful. “I’m sorry she’s dead.

One of the interesting things here is that the people who should be shaping the future are politicians. But the political framework itself is so dead and closed that people look to other sources, like artists, because art and music allow people a certain freedom

Music is more difficult – try naming a political band. The Dead Kennedys. The Dead Kennedys are political, but they are more funny than they are political

I kind of think that if you show conspiracy theorists a photo of the dead Bin Laden they will come up with an explanation for why it’s really a Photoshopped picture of Bin Laden asleep. Or his dead cousin Fred. Donald Trump apparently believes that Bin Laden is dead, so that ought to be enough for the Middle East.

There was a clown that tried to eat me as a boy, in my nightmares. Years later I found a clown for booking online who resembled him named Patches. Needless to say, Patches is dead now

Music is more difficult – try naming a political band. The Dead Kennedys. The Dead Kennedys are political, but they are more funny than they are political

I tell you what’s really ridiculous – going into a bookstore and there’s all these books about yourself. In a way, it feels like you’re already dead

If God, as some now say, is dead, He no doubt died of trying to find an equitable solution to the Arab-Jewish problem.

Imagine? Yeah I can imagine John Lennon being dead

You cannot kickstart a dead horse

You stand on dead men’s legs. You’ve never had any of your own. You couldn’t walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly.

I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.

I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.

She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.

I create because I don’t want to lose, and the ball is dead only on the second bounce.

I come from the school of That Horse is Not Dead.

There is only so much one can do for the dead without joining them.

A lengthy and painful discussion followed. It lasted through tea and dinner. It was revealed to Lady Beatrice that, though she had been sincerely mourned when Mamma had been under the impression she was dead, her unexpected return to life was something more than inconvenient. Had she never considered the disgrace she would inflict upon her family by returning, after all that had happened to her? What were all Aunt Harriet’s neighbors to think?

The 1910 Edison film of Frankenstein was itself a dead thing revived by technology.

We have such a small part of the street, we’re at like a dead end.

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved

Most people say about graveyards: “Oh, it’s just a bunch of dead people. It’s creepy.” But for me, there’s an energy to it that it not creepy, or dark. It has a positive sense to it.

Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead. Inside of his head were no candy or prizes, just a few stray beetles of various sizes

And oh, god, how could so much regret and so much sweetness and so much sadness all be present in that single moment. I was already dead and missing my unlived life. I was already dead and Tobias was mourning. I tried to smile. For him.

Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur?

Racism is not dead, but it is on life support – kept alive by politicians, race hustlers and people who get a sense of superiority by denouncing others as ‘racists

The story of Jesus Christ appearing after he was dead is the story of an apparition, such as timid imaginations can always create in vision, and credulity believe. Stories of this kind had been told of the assassination of Julius Caesar.

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.

There is no greater tyranny than that of the dead over the living

To argue with a man who has renounced the use and authority of reason, and whose philosophy consists in holding humanity in contempt, is like administering medicine to the dead, or endeavoring to convert an atheist by scripture

To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead

America is layered with the given graffiti, names of its generous dead. There isn’t a museum or hospital, a theater or municipal amenity, however humble, that can’t be blessed with the remembrance of the comfortably-off and defunct. The money left to Ivy League universities in America isn’t about the needs of learning

Death is a state of mind—many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

You are the snowstorm- I’m purified, the darkest fairy tale in the dead of night.

No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.

What will I be doing in twenty years’ time? I’ll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

When I’m dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance

I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.

The only white man you can trust is a dead white man.

South Africans will kick down a statue of a dead white man but won’t even attempt to slap a live one. Yet they can stone to death a black man simply because he’s a foreigner.

Crows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the living, and her eyes they blind.

If death causes you no pain when you’re dead, it is foolish to allow the fear of it to cause you pain now.

If you’re unlucky enough not to have alcoholic parents, it takes you a whole lifetime of intoxication to overcome the dead weight of their virtues.

I go every morning to the cemetery to see my son who died 25 years ago. Knowing that a man is nothing dead. It is death which gives him personality.

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.

Everybody around us was weeping. Someone began to recite Kaddish, the prayer for the dead. I don’t know whether, during the history of the Jewish people, men have ever before recited Kaddish for themselves.

For the dead and the living, we must bear witness.

To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

If one could make alive again for other people some cobwebbed skein of old dead intrigues and breathe breath and character into dead names and stiff portraits. That is history to me!

Never own more than you can carry in both hands at a dead run.

History is a pact between the dead, the living, and the yet unborn.

I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head. They beg me to write them so I’ll never die when I’m dead.

Three people can keep a secret as long as two of them are dead.

Before we become too arrogant with the most deadly of the seven deadly sins, the sin of pride, let us remember that the two great wars of this century, wars which cost twenty million dead, were fought between Christian nations praying to the same God.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

Books are alive, you see. They’re not dead, they’re alive.

Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

I am not young but I feel young. The day I feel old, I will go to bed and stay there.

Sometimes the dead can be more useful than the living.

What happens when we’re dead? The short answer is, ‘Nothing.’ The long answer is, ‘I don’t know, but I’m not in a hurry to find out

Trees are worth more alive than dead.

The great god Pan is dead.

Tombs are the clothes of the dead and a grave is a plain suit; while an expensive monument is one with embroidery.

The rolling stone rolls echoing from rock to rock; but the rolling stone is dead. The moss is silent because the moss is alive.

All science, even the divine science, is a sublime detective story. Only it is not set to detect why a man is dead; but the darker secret of why he is alive.

Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to that arrogant oligarchy who merely happen to be walking around.

I will always dream and will never stop until I am dead.

Retiring is just practicing up to be dead. That doesn’t take any practice.

If you love with violence and you hate with violence, there’s nothing that can be questioned. People say, ‘Oh, you’d better work through your resentments.’ Yeah, no. I’m gonna hang on to them, and they’re gonna fuel my attack. And they’re going to fuel the battle cry of my deadly and dangerous and secret and silent soldiers. Because they’re all around you. Sorry, you thought you were just messing with one dude. Winning.

Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.

I was born dead. Yeah, the umbilical cord was like, floppy baby, the whole thing. Yeah, it was bad.

The minute you know you’re on safe ground, you’re dead.

If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.

Believe me, if a church does not pray, it is dead.

Whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn’t help the mind and isn’t it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?

My beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

Chlorine is a deadly poison gas employed on European battlefields in World War I. Sodium is a corrosive metal which burns upon contact with water. Together they make a placid and unpoisonous material, table salt. Why each of these substances has the properties it does is a subject called chemistry.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Whatever your life’s work is, do it well. A man should do his job so well that the living, the dead, and the unborn could do it no better.

There was not even a zephyr stirring; the dead noonday heat had even stilled the songs of the birds; nature lay in a trance that was broken by no sound but the occasional far-off hammering of a woodpecker, and this seemed to render the pervading silence and sense of loneliness the more profound. The boy’s soul was steeped in melancholy; his feelings were in happy accord with his surroundings

The American Dream is dead, and we need to wake up to that reality.

So, have a little fun. Soon enough you’ll be dead and burning in Hell with the rest of your family.

We shall heal our wounds, collect our dead and continue fighting.

If things go wrong and you hit a dead end-as you will-it’s just life’s way of saying it’s time to change course.

I like a man who’s good, but not too good – for the good die young, and I hate a dead one.

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

There is more evidence that Jesus rose from the dead than there is that Julius Caesar ever lived or that Alexander the Great died at the age of thirty-three.

The key to life is accepting challenges. Once someone stops doing this, he’s dead.

I’d marry again if I found a man who had fifteen million dollars, would sign over half to me, and guarantee that he’d be dead within a year

You should never say bad things about the dead, you should only say good . . . Joan Crawford is dead. Good.

My great friends are dead; I have no family, no clients, no fortune, nothing. So I can give myself totally to the Temple

Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude

The great thing about fantasy is that you can resurrect the dead, kill them again, and re-resurrect them as often as you like.

Praise of a person who has either the advantages of wealth and power, or the consideration to be dead

The only completely consistent people are the dead.

Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead

The only completely consistent people are the dead

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there’s no risk of accident for someone who’s dead.

If possible, you should try to make even the dead laugh.